Author Archives: J.R.D.

He’s getting to be an old man now, but perhaps you will have the opportunity to meet him during your stay.

Bill, born and raised in the city, found the insect population of Tekimak to be ever-present: His notes are dotted with complaints about the mosquitoes, and at least one evening around a fire was cut short by a swarm of horse flies, yet it is the folklore surrounding spiders where Bill found his own personal experience most diverged from the local understanding.

One warm spring evening, a man named Hezen was sneaking a cup of corn whiskey…