“Ugly things happen….The best and worst of everything came to me.”
–Frank Lloyd Wright, Spring Green, Wisconsin, August 15, 1914 Uncle Jenk smelled death. The foul odor of blood and burned flesh punched through his nostrils and made him nauseous. For a brief moment, he felt like a young man again, crouched in the mud-caked trenches during the Battle of Champion Hill in Mississippi more than five decades ago, watching the bodies of his comrades f…
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