Often, I assemble the grandchildren around me and entertain them with tales from the past. One of them asked: “How did you meet Gramma Miz? That must have been a long, long time ago.”
“Yes it was,” I agreed.
My tribe was camped in a broad valley. We were hot on a heard of Paleolithic giant elk. And we had a lot of doe tags so we were racking up a good harvest. Gramma’s tribe was on the other side of the
