A SERIES OF INSPRIRED FOLLIES

Reseda, California 1971 I’m not wearing shoes, and the soles of my feet burn on the macadam, so I skip and hop up to the pale cement of the sidewalk, where it’s cooler. This causes me to fall behind my father, and I have to jog to catch up. I check his face; he hasn’tContinue reading “A SERIES OF INSPRIRED FOLLIES”