A red letter day, thought Leland Hendy as his feet pounded the dirt streets of Mendocino City, Mendocino County, California. It was late and hot and September, 1933. “Seven years of sawdust and sweat, and now I’m chewed up and spat out.” He spat for emphasis, creating a shiny, reddish brown globule in the dust….
Things Go South by Steven Asch
