One of my earliest memories is of a painting, hanging on the wall in the hallway of South Street grade school in Piqua, Ohio. Native American men are sitting in a ring around a campfire. In the center, a man rises from the flames. The men exclaim, “‘Otaht-he-wagh-Pe-Qua,’ (He has come out of the ashes). … Continue reading The town where I grew up
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