[…]that he may have leave to meet ſome few Neighbours to duſt a ſtand of Ale[…]

At the Nugent tribal dinnertable we think of fastfood as a mallard or quail, garlic’d and buttered to perfection.[…]We talk each night before bed, do chores together, have great daily reviews at the dinnertable throughout the year, and I make sure we spend as much quality, heart-to-heart time together as possible.[…]Maybe that’s one of the reasons a hunting family feels so much better connected to the precious food that feeds us at our dinnertables.[…]This killing game for the dinnertable is serious stuff, and I, for one, will never let its impact be diminished.

The old lion perisheth for lack of prey.

The furnace protested long and hackingly like the lungs of an old smoker at an early morning cigarette.