In Hiding
Dec 07, 2021
2 minutes
By Susan Davis
In the 1950s and ’60s, I grew up on a small farm in northeastern Colorado. Our home was just over a half mile from the nearest highway. One day a fellow school bus rider exclaimed, “It looks like you live in a field!”
She could see our house sitting up on a hill bordered by
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