Maine

El Gun

window in Maine

Greetings from Vassalboro, Maine!

The days are passing quickly and are almost gone. To the many ancestral artifacts at my 99-year-old dead aunt’s house, I now add the fully loaded semi-automatic rifle I found two nights ago in a closet, oh yeah: a 1965 Marlin Model 989 .22 caliber carbine with a walnut stock and a seven-round magazine, tucked [...]

Amazing Grange

Amazing Grange post image

Where to begin? The way I was raised and taught to be a paranoid sonofabitch, or how God, the fates, whatever compelled me into confrontation with my shadow? Let’s just see, shall we? My 99-year-old Aunt Mary finally shed her mortal coil on April 1 up in Maine, a long way from Taos and another [...]

Goods of the Dead (Down East)

Taos Mountain, April 2013

Temperature near freezing, spring snow showers passing over Pueblo land

“Take a good long look, son. Let it burn down deep and find a home inside. In a few days you’ll be staring out the window at a wall of green. Maybe even the ocean, too.” Wait, what?! Who said that? Oh no. It’s true! I have to go to Maine. I’ve known for years [...]

Farr Out

John Hamilton Farr up much too close

When does it start feeling good to be the king

They’re all dead now. Bye-bye, gone. My father, his older brother, and finally his sister Mary, 99 years old. She was fond of saying “after my demise,” so there you go: wait long enough, and everything shows up.

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