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ALF WAY A GA IN<br > iii i i i i i<br >regg Cusick<br >F THERE S A TIME OF DAY WHEN I WONDER MOST WHAT THE POINT IS) I-HAT T<br >is early morning about six, the hour my dogs and many people feel charged<br >full of purpose, when the sun hits the old windows of this cabin my dad b<br >almost entirely by himself. I ll lie here on the iron cot with its loud springs<br >orsehair mattress heavy as a bundle of asphalt shingles. I ll wonder sometir<br >he didn t make himself a nice bed; and I think of him on this creaky lurr<br > with a woman and almost laugh.<br >gut it s natural, I guess, for me to look around the place and think of my d<br > he put everything here together the way it is. That, too, is full of contrad<br >~ There are the stunning eighteenth-century leaded glass windows, six-or<br >; all wavy and bubbled. Yet they re surrounded by fake-oak paneling in thJ<br >e four rooms that comes off looking cheesy, like a shortcut.<br >spent some time building houses myself, which is why, maybe, I look arou<br >a more critical eye. My father taught me a good bit about the trade thougl<br >~othing to do with putting this place together. I picked up a bunch more w0r<br >~mstruction, pounding nails down south. My dad built this cabin six years ag<br > he and my mother split. I came along later, after I sort of lost my compa<br >my dad died and nay marriage fell apart and 1 stopped drinking so muc<br >gh not necessarily in that order,<br >;o not quite a year ago I came back here, to small-town upstate New York. iV<br >n came partly at the request of my father s not-so-silent partner, more of<br >keeper, childless himself, who d said to me, laughing at the radio station<br >"Someday all of this will be yours!" So I came back and started living in th<br > and bartending at a local tavern and working also at this little AM stati0<br >e my father gave the farm reports and the ball scores and talked some politic<br >aelped people with their call-in problems for the last twenty years of his life.<br >n his element, my mother used to say. She d say this in a way that was kin(<br >Imiring----since he was doing something he really cared about--and kind 0<br >r, because the radio business had him devoting his energy to other pe0p!t <br >gets she d call them. Which wasn t really true, because he hit me more tlI<br >than I could ever count if I started right now, lying in bed, and kept up untE<br >text election.<br >io I get up about six, shower, and feed and water my two hounds. I don ttt~J~<br >he radio at this hour, though I do listen to the station at night some!i~<br >nmgs i preter the silences. Broken by grinding coffee, maybe deer rustling jn ~<br >us ou~ide, dogs collar tags jangling in time with their paces. Usuatly by s~i,~<br >~.oCOttee and newspaper and am headed into town, on my way to my On~<br >~o ~ation, - " " |<br >
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The crescent review pdf epub mobi txt 電子書 下載 2024