Where does memory leave off and fiction take over? Some events from those summers at my father’s shop are crystal clear, like memory sign-posts. It’s that area between them which vexes me. I can no longer say for certain what really occurred. My father used… Read More
The Ark We’d scramble up the other side of the bridge and put pennies on the tracks so the engines could flatten them. Me and Carl loved watching the big freights rumble past like monster ghosts from some other time. We walked over to find… Read More
The Queen’s City Leatherworks, that was Grandpa’s business. They made gloves down the basement for the railwaymen. That was when The Junction was a railroad town more or less. Up front they had a store and they sold gloves retail there as well as work… Read More
King was the smartest dog I ever knew. The first time I met him, he was waiting for a bus at the stop across the street, on his own, relaxed, purposeful. King was a medium sized, reddish husky, a beautiful dog. He was in good… Read More
27th Street 