For my Dad on this Day
2June 18, 2017 by Laird
I am older now, by a couple of years, than my father was the day I left Alaska for good. My blood runs cold at the intersection of our shadows, and the sight of those shadows growing ever longer at my back. An essay from years ago.
That was amzaing, brutal, hard to read. Thanks, Laird.
Thanks, Bruce.