I told Don yesterday that before I get down to writing seriously I want to be able to look down on the forest like an eagle flying over it. Right now I feel like I’m flying at treetop level and banging into the treetops. Here’s another treetop I flew into yesterday that suggests how Boyd’s problems started.
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Harry is a ferociously good natured eccentric in Duluth Minnesota who detests traitors dressed up as Uncle Sam. You can find somewhat better edited writings of his at the Duluth Reader "contributors." page. The URL is:https://duluthreader.com/contributors/h/84/284-harry-welty
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