Luck of the Irish
For the first time in months, the room was warm. It had been a harsh winter. Subzero temperatures ravaged the region, and warmth had been scarce with just a small wood stove to warm the one-room cottage in which I lived. My name is James Flannigan. My wife, Lana, and I are Irish settlers from northern North Dakota. We settled our farm in 1875. The year now is 1879. Lana has been my rock in hard times. And in this terrain, there have been plenty. She has helped in every aspect