I write from a porch in Scottsbluff, Nebraska,sitting with people most of the country only reads about, never talks to. My nephew Scot, the rancher. Hank at the lumberyard. Nobody assigns this. I do it because somebody should. A coffee a month isn't charity,it's saying the listening itself is worth something, and that if it stops, it won't start again on its own. Thank you for reading.

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