A Queen City childhood. A little, brick ranch on Fugate Avenue. I don’t remember the house. Or the yard. Or my life there. I was two when we moved out. I do remember wood walls, not the sheets of thin, wood paneling, but solid wood walls. Scores of wood stacked side by side to formContinue reading “Fugate Avenue”
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Wild Eyebrows, NPR, & Subarus
A Queen City childhood. My Uncle Jim has wild eyebrows and listens to NPR. For most of my life he drove one of the oldest Subarus still in working order but has recently made the switch to a Prius. He claims he can hear it hum when no one else can, even though he isContinue reading “Wild Eyebrows, NPR, & Subarus”
Thistle Porch 