Hunting for the Past

By Kathy Spencer
 
The first arrowhead I ever laid eyes on, was in the cigar box that my brother Clint had filled with a young boy’s treasures. Wooden tops, yo-yo’s, baseball cards (Sandy Kovacs, Mickey Mantle Era!), an old pocket knife, a turn of the century Silver Dollar and a finely wrought flint arrowhead.

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