My dad threw down his beloved John Deere hat.

“No way we’re making any money this year,” he said to me as he picked up the cap.

“Dad,” I said. “Do we know anyone with a helicopter? I have an idea.”

He glared at me. “We’re starvin’ here and you want to go on a joyride in the sky?”

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When all you need is that one special nudge to your next great story…

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TMH

Writer. Former teacher. Baker. Spoiler of dogs.

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