Jefferson Weaver
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A man named Frank

Column by Jefferson Weaver They stand frozen in time, two men far younger than I am now, Gary Cooper-esque smiles under dark eyes. The taller of the two is my grandfather, W. Thomas Weaver. My [Read More]

Tom and Jefferson Weaver, 1976
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Letter to my father

Dear Papa, There are those who find it maudlin, if not morbid, to write to someone who has died; after all, the intended recipient doesn’t have a postal service, whichever direction they took. I know [Read More]

A strange new rooster has taken up residence at the Weaver household.
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A tale of two chickens

At sunrise and sunset, every day, they face off. One always keeps the sun at his back, as fighters have done for centuries. Their voices ring through the hollow, their insults and challenges echoing through [Read More]