Thirty-One
Ruthie gripped the mic stand in her sweaty hand. “I’m Ruthie Malone, director of the Lost Harbor Museum of Homestead Life and Alaskan Oddities.” There. Saying her title out loud gave her a little boost of confidence. She wasn’t Ruthie Malone, delinquent star of Bethlehem or cooked turkey. She was a grown woman on a mission. “I’m sure many of you know that I’ve been working on an oral history project in an effort to preserve the living history that exists in this beautiful town of ours.”
There. Flattery. That always worked, right?
“Preserve, my hillbilly ass,” a man in a red baseball cap muttered. “Bunch of bullcrap is what it is.”
Okay. Okay. Starting off well. She continued through the titters that followed the man’s remark. “During my research, I came across some new infor
