Folgers and the Sacrament Cup
By Bryce Peterson I was nine years old when I became a hardened sinner. Grandpa wanted to teach me to fly fish, so we planned a weekend trip—just the two of us. I loved him, of course, but this particular grandparent was more intimidating than the meanest old-lady-substitute-Primary-teacher. We rode up in Grandpa’s ancient diesel [...]
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