The fish has emerged from underneath the snow. You know, “the fish.” The carved stone fish from Michoacán from 1978. We’ve carried that thing everywhere we’ve moved. My wife and I had barely gotten together. My parents were renting a home in San Miguel de Allende and invited us down for a few weeks. That [...]
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For a couple of weeks, I haven’t wanted to do anything. My exhaustion goes all the way to the 90-mile horizon and back. I’m getting plenty of sleep but still want more. Understandable, perhaps, in light of the end of the year-long effort to empty and sell two mobile homes 600 miles away filled with [...]
His wife took one look at it and said, “You’re a screwball!” The appellation from darkest Iowa in the ’50s was a primal zinger, and he felt it. Why couldn’t she have landed on “visionary,” he pouted?—albeit in a manly way. It was one of the most manly things he’d ever done, in fact, renting [...]
There’s no way I can tell you when I came into possession of this thing, but perhaps my wife remembers. It may have been in a box of family relics Granny gave me, who knows? But it’s a typical Farr family artifact, because it’s totally plebian: a kitchen fork… I know it belonged to her [...]
On a visit to my wife’s aunt and uncle in a very small town that shall remain nameless, one of them related the following, reproduced here as accurately as I can make it. (You need to know that their house sits at the edge of a very large treed lot.) The husband and wife of [...]
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