By Eric Le Roy
Sometimes a death in the family comes like grief poured over your head, a bucketful of black water. You can drown that way. Sometimes it feels like liberation. Often, it’s more of a handshake. That’s how it was with my Dad and me.
Earlier this week, a friend told me that his mother had passed. She was 93. My friend has also been subjected … Read the rest
Контент 18+ There is a famous painting by the American Edward Hopper called “Nighthawks” which I ran across on the internet a couple of days ago. I love the frigid melancholy of much of Hopper’s work and suggest to my readers that you check him out if you have never heard of him before.
“Nighthawks” depicts a late night diner-cafe in New York City in 1942. Four people are in … Read the rest
Second part. First part is here.
On 28 August, 1963, I came home from somewhere one mid-afternoon. The new school year hadn't started, so the early part of the day remains a blank. Except that I was in Charleston, West Virginia, and we lived in a big ramshackle white house at the end of a dead-end street way up in the hills.
When I walked through the door, our … Read the rest
