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Cecil was a miner in 1850, something like a banker in 1848, a skinner through the summer of ’46, and married in 1844. He was not the sort of man […]
Cecil was a miner in 1850, something like a banker in 1848, a skinner through the summer of ’46, and married in 1844. He was not the sort of man […]
Notes on leaving Waikiki: Humidity feels like a wet sari slapped on my chest after a short trip to the bottom of a boiling teapot. The breeze balances it out. […]
We went down over the big Pacific, Harvey and me. That’s the way they teach it to you in school, the big Pacific. It’s bigger than the other oceans, squat […]