Letters from Papaw
6 letters, most recent first.
- SaturdaySaw in the Sunday paper that Bill Hartley passed. We were in school together. Hadn't laid eyes on him in thirty years.
- TuesdaySpent twenty minutes this morning looking for my glasses. They were on my face. Hank watched the whole thing.
- MondayCoffee maker clicked before it brewed again this morning. I stood there in the dark listening to it the way you'd listen for somebody…
- SundayUp at four again. The refrigerator was humming. The coffee maker clicked before it brewed, the way it does.
- SaturdayRan the Ford down to Asheville for a fuel filter. Came back, killed the engine in the gravel drive, sat there a minute.
- FridayEarl brought the saw back yesterday. Eighteen months. Stood in the doorway of the shed like I owed him something for the privilege.