Kornkob’s Corner

Recently I recalled a story my father used to tell—–heck he still tells it, he made reference to it at my sister’s wedding. It was years ago, when I was 6 or 7. The old man showed us kids the staff he had made and how one end was all chewed on. In his hand he held a fistful of what looked a lot like sharp teeth. And then the story rolled off his tongue…. (more…)