Voices on the Wind Voices of Protest
50 YEARS OF SARCASM by Dick Bakken He stood up with one sudden sweeping motion, upsetting the table and hurling his lap robe across into the open fireplace. New flames reflecting off his face, the dinnerware cracking under his boots gave force to his words, “Woman, can you not hold your tongue!” As she sat with a fork, mouth agape, he whirled and churned out, his hair all aflying, without his black-handled cane, slammed the door wildly behind him, and never returned.