Overheard

As youngsters, my brothers, Walter and Roman and I were like three musketeers, always together, always intent on some new game or adventure. We had lots of room to roam on our 640 acre farm in Western North Dakota. In summer, we rode horses, cattle and pigs and waded in the creek some distance away, following its meandering route. We played on the haystacks and in the haymow in the barn. We wan...