Sewskimo Gertz


One of the most captivating dreams I’ve had took place many years ago. I was in a valley in the winter on a snowmobile riding fresh powder. Funny thing is the “snowmobile,” which where I’m from we call snow-machines, was an old enticer model. It was old but sturdy and reliable. I came to the base of an open hill and out of the top of the hill came a herd of… Read More