Tag Archives: Mike Thill

He grew up down by the slough.   Where fishing’s good, the swimming too. A rope we hung from a cottonwood,  Swinging wide from where we stood. Barefoot hikes through the woods,  No never dids and never shoulds. He took the lead with all us kids,   Busting mutton, like Casy Tibbs. Then came hisContinue reading “Mike”