I woke up at about 6 am on the day after Thanksgiving. It was barely light out when my brother came to the front door to borrow a couple of radios so he and my dad could communicate on their morning hunt. It was after all dear season and they had not yet harvested anything yet. The morning was quite cold and I had decided not to join them as I had all intentions of going back to bed. But instead I turned on a third radio and went to my desk to work at my computer.
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