Write on! Edgar Allan Wilson, King of the Wild Frontier

by Marilyn Alexiuk, English 12, Mrs. Didrikson

It was the second to last Sunday in September. The sky was gloomy and the air had lost its warmth a few days earlier. Frequent gusts of wind blew through my jacket no matter how tightly I wrapped it around myself. My mom and I were heading out of the house to run a few errands. I pushed the white screen door open against a particularly strong breeze, and a gray streak flew out of the bushes next to our house and under our 1995 Caprice Classic. I can't take credit for seeing the streak, but I heard it first. It made this terrible, high-pitched soun...