Letters from Papaw
39 letters, most recent first.
- Tuesday, June 16Couldn't sleep. Went looking for the flashlight in the kitchen drawer — the deep one nobody opens — and found a grocery list in Ruth's…
- Monday, June 15The Cofield boy came to the door yesterday. Twelve, maybe thirteen. Had a sheet of paper and a box of something for the school band. I…
- Saturday, June 13Saw in the Sunday paper that Bill Hartley passed. We were in school together. Hadn't laid eyes on him in thirty years.
- Thursday, June 11Power went out around nine last night. Storm coming over the ridge. I sat on the porch with Hank and watched the dark settle in on the…
- Tuesday, June 9Spent twenty minutes this morning looking for my glasses. They were on my face. Hank watched the whole thing.
- Monday, June 8Coffee maker clicked before it brewed again this morning. I stood there in the dark listening to it the way you'd listen for somebody…
- Sunday, June 7Up at four again. The refrigerator was humming. The coffee maker clicked before it brewed, the way it does.
- Saturday, June 6Ran the Ford down to Asheville for a fuel filter. Came back, killed the engine in the gravel drive, sat there a minute.
- Friday, June 5Earl brought the saw back yesterday. Eighteen months. Stood in the doorway of the shed like I owed him something for the privilege.