
I lean on the deck rail and savor dusk’s drift toward night — the glitter-caps rippling Kachemak Bay….




We held séances during fifth-grade recess, on the picnic table where the janitors took their cigarette breaks.

Fifty of us walked, fingertip to gloved fingertip, through the sodden snow….

I lean on the deck rail and savor dusk’s drift toward night — the glitter-caps rippling Kachemak Bay….

After high school ended for the day, my younger brother and I would go to a nearby park to practice hopping fences.
