One Christmas long ago my Appalachian father, Ralph, took his revolver, climbed on the roof, shot once into the woods, came back in and said,

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One Christmas long ago my Appalachian father, Ralph, took his revolver, climbed on the roof, shot once into the woods, came back in and said,
The darkest evening of the year was yesterday, though for most people, it was just the longest evening of the year. Winter solstice. The shortest