Words are inadequate

All I have is memories, not even photos, of my dad's parents' place on Prices Fork Rd.. the jars of Reese's cups, the piles of Reader's Digests and Far Side collections, Voltron on early mornings, the super-squeaky beds downstairs that you could jump to from the stairs, the old tools, and scary old shower stall, the dark concrete outside basement stairs, croquet in the backyard, the old science encyclopedias and the narrow front closet...



The Salon link doesn't work anymore. :\