Longmans' School Grammar (1903) - Salmon, David
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About the Author PhishStones aka David Salmon David Salmon, known by the name PhishStones in dive bars, trailheads, and twisted love stories, is a 60-year-old rock 'n roll survivor with a heart full of rebellion and boots caked in Adirondack mud. Born with a Stones record spinning and a middle finger in the air, he's spent his life chasing freedom through forests, women, campfires, and chaos. Raised by old-school Parents who tossed him into the wild like a cub learning to bite back, he grew up in the greatest classroom known to man-the Adirondack Mountains. That park didn't just raise him. It baptized him in pine needles and bear tracks, carved him into a storyteller, and gave him enough dirt-under-the-fingernails wisdom to call bullshit on just about anything. PhishStones writes the way he lives: raw, funny, deeply nostalgic, and just offensive enough to get you kicked out of Sunday service. His words are for the boomers who never sold out, the broken-hearted hikers, the stoned philosophers, and anyone who knows you can find God on a mountaintop-or in a woman who smells like woodsmoke and bad decisions. He still believes in vinyl, karma, freedom, and second chances. And he's probably already writing the next book from the porch of a rusty Airstream with a blunt in one hand and a black coffee in the other....