I visited Reuben’s homestead (the same guy from my last post) across the river from us. He lives in a small cluster of houses with his uncle, brother and nephew–plus their wives and kids. Like every plot of land around here, they have a nice view.
While I was visiting I got a brief biography in which Reuben told me the different places he has lived and important dates from his life. Among these was dates was 1972 when Reuben’s grandfather was killed by another clan when his arm was chopped off. Then Rueben’s family cooked him and ate him.
Sometimes forty-two years seems like a long time. Not in this instance.