“Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?” – Walt Whitman
A bitter, alarming storm blew up the river and through the village a few weeks ago. Swaths of trees were felled in an instant, looking like a gaggle of giants [...]
Patricia McCarney and I are related and unrelated at the same time.
Three summers ago she knocked on my front door. “I’m Patricia McCarney,” she said. “This house was in my family for more than fifty years.”
“I know,” I replied, inviting her in. “I’ve been expecting you.”
She told me that [...]