They Doubted His Pine Trees Until Nineteen Eighty Eight Proved Him Right

twelve-year-old daughter Emily walking behind him, pressing soil around the roots.

“Daddy,” Emily asked on the third day, wiping sweat from her forehead, “why does everybody keep slowing down when they pass?”

Tom looked toward the road. A red Ford pickup had rolled nearly to a stop, two men inside staring through the open window. One shook his head like continue reading …