In the beginning here there was nothing. No Thompson seedless vines, no plum or peaches. The nectarines outside the window did not even exist as a species. There was no house. No wells, pumps, or pipelines. No roads, no town, no neighbors. In 1878 there was no gas, propane, or electricity here, no power other […]
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He had a “fine fist” as they said in the old country.
Finished reading Angela’s Ashes by Fran McCourt. His musings about his miserable childhood in Ireland and how his parents should have stayed in America. He struggles to understand the world he’s growing up in, the father who inspires and fails him, the teachers who forbid him from asking questions, the Catholic priests who both condemn […]