Questioning the Meat We Eat
May 7th 2011 An arch of white antlers stood at the town square of Jackson Hole. Personally, I didn't know what to make of it. Antlers to me meant hunting and death (shrug). It blends in with the cowboy theme of the city, alright. It stood against a beautiful backdrop of mountain ranges -- a welcome sight for someone like me who has lived for quite a while in flatland Chicago. Fortunately, the
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