This one's real. In a manner of speaking... Hey there! Just started the new job this week. Quite a change; I've been so out of practice. Everything's new again, and so hard! But that's how it always is the first few days, or weeks.
This one's real. In a manner of speaking... Hey there! Just started the new job this week. Quite a change; I've been so out of practice. Everything's new again, and so hard! But that's how it always is the first few days, or weeks.
Hey, man,
Sorry, sometimes the best and most romantic stories we can make up don't end the way we might hope. This is a response to this letter.
This is dedicated to Grace Jones, an eagle Operation Wildlife attempted to save after she got lead poisoning. I didn't meet her myself, but a friend who volunteers there held her when she was first brought in, and I followed her story on FB. She was a beautiful bird, but unfortunately she didn't make it.
Chapter I
Ian and Jesse arise early and head for Tonganoxie—They have a good breakfast there—A short detour—As Jesse begins to show less knowledge of their route than he had professed, Ian grows impatient—They reach Leavenworth—They meet a couple of fellow travelers—Explosion!—The river park is closed—They receive an unwanted lesson in animal anatomy—Ian's, then Jesse's, patience is tested: Jesse fails—Then Ian fails—The campsite is full—A kindly benefactor—Rest