…So I am proud only of those days that we pass in undivided tenderness, when you sit drawing, or making books, stapled with messages to the world… or coloring a man with fire coming out of his hair Or we sit at a table, with small tea carefully poured; so we pass our time together, […]
Machine Shop
Excerpt from Life is a Funny Old Dog I worked in my dad’s machine shop after school and on Saturdays and sometimes on Sundays. During the summer he would give me a full week’s vacation with pay, and I’d go and visit my granddaddy and grandma on his side of the family. It was there […]