LUNCHBOX MUSKRAT
I’m sitting here on the bank of a little dribbling brook that comes off the base of the hills into the Ohio Valley. It bisects an old farmstead, with a big house on one side of the brook and old dairy barn on the other. I imagine in antiquity, there was a spring house adjacent to this brook, where they cooled their milk cans.
It’s an idyllic little spot, and cool in
