Henry retired from preaching to compose poetry. His preaching had been more poetry than prose to disguise his uncertainty about pretty much everything, his wiles devoted to concealing his fear that he was heir mostly to his alcoholic, agoraphobic mother, dead twenty years. Now, at the insistence of his hard-shell, litigator wife, Alice, he's gone to the attic to get rid of the rotting box that holds his mother's detritus. As he thumbs through a tiny telephone/address book he remembers being on his mother's desk, he's haunted by memory of name after name. His late mother joins in his...
Henry retired from preaching to compose poetry. His preaching had been more poetry than prose to disguise his uncertainty about pretty much everything...
Max and Andy bonded as adolescents, 7th through 10th grades. It may have been early childhood trauma that made them recognize each other as kindred spirits. Or it may have been their picture of the world, a few degrees off center from mainstream. After 10th grade their lives diverged. Fifty years took them in directions presumed to separate them by an unbridgeable chasm. What a surprise when they met again as old men, drawn to each other as they had been as boys.
Their friendship, unlike either had experienced since, required exploring those...
Max and Andy bonded as adolescents, 7th through 10th grades. It may have been early childhood trauma that made them recognize...
