“Silver Dollar Davis and the Mediocre Meteorite Caper,” by Myna Chang
Dec 20th, 2020 | By DefenestrationSilver Dollar Davis sat on the tailgate of his friend’s pick-up truck, aiming binoculars at Old Man Pollard’s farmhouse. The ridge overlooking the farm was a favorite party spot for local teens, close enough to town for an occasional food run, but far enough out in the sticks to avoid nosy parents and local law enforcement.
It also provided the perfect vantage for recon.