Mort and Furrowed Brows…. It’s a challenge my 106-year-old Uncle Mort hasn’t faced--not ever--and the same is true for the rest of us. The world teeters on a fulcrum of fear, much of it unknown. Enough is known, though, to shiver the strongest timbers and shake the boots previously best known for moving little dogies along and kicking aside rattlesnakes, as well as other critters that think it’s their home and their range. Mort has been hanging around the general store down in t ...