Metamorphosis in the classroom and emergent on the trout stream

In my junior or perhaps senior year at West Texas State University, way long ago, I was enrolled in an English class that examined novellas and short stories at the two extremes of likability in my humble scholastic opinion.Can’t remember the instructor’s name now, but he inadvertently had a hand in directing me toward outdoor writing among other pursuits.A prime reading choic...

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