In the land of my boyhood
In the land of my boyhood dwelt a race of giants tall and stern, male and female, bound as if by law. I knew that someday I would be a giant too. Seven decades have dissolved before my eyes, and strange to say, although the giants got smaller I never did become one.
Larry F. Sommers, Your New Favorite Writer
Author of Price of Passage—A Tale of Immigration and Liberation.
Price of Passage
Norwegian Farmers and Fugitive Slaves in Pre-Civil War Illinois
(History is not what you thought!)