S A Scott: 2 books

“When Mom’s fingers carefully lifted some pieces of my hair, she exclaimed, “Oh dear!” She continued, “What have we here?”I asked, “Mom, what’s wrong with me?” She did not answer right away, so I persisted with a nervous stutter, “Mm . . Mom, wha . . what do you see?”I...

Just ask any Minnesotan who is old enough to remember—and chances are they will probably be able to tell you exactly where they were and what they were doing on that eventful May night in 1965.This lively story captures and preserves the historical information which allows the reader to safely experience...