Being Coyote
My aunt has been helping my father finish an auto-biography he is self-publishing. Part of the work has involved going through the bulletins he sent to his extended family (green carbons ☺) every few weeks or months. She recently stumbled across the following paragraph, written about myself when I was seven years old. Knowing as she does, my Coyote persona, she forwarded it to me.
Monday evening the 16th, we celebrated my birthday. The greatest present was a “plaque” from [my-name], done a while back but really great! The execution was by hammering a screwdriver with the hammer to make a design, on a piece of clapboard. The design –– his own, and colored appropriately with watercolors, shows a wolf (or coyote) trotting along a hilly…

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