John R. Erickson's Blog, page 15
August 6, 2012
The Ice Cream Party, by John R. Erickson
The summer of 1998 was the most unpleasant and demoralizing summer in my memory. June and July brought searing heat, brutal winds, range fires, and no rain.
Our grass, what little we had, appeared to be dead. Our ponds dried up and the springs slowed to a trickle. I could hardly stand to drive through our pastures. The suffering and desolation ate into my spirit.
It didn’t help at all that Perryton, just forty miles to the north, was getting eve...
