archives for Wednesday 18 July 2007
today we drive the truck; and, a memory
Wednesday 18 July 2007 | I like a cookie
Once, a few years ago in Tesuque, the Monk made me a sandwich.
It must have been October or early November. We had only been living together for a couple of weeks. It was afternoon; I think he’d just gotten off work. When he drove up, I was on the phone with Mandarin, sitting outside on […]
