Letters from Papaw
45 letters, most recent first.
- Monday, June 22Listen.
- Sunday, June 21Spent twenty minutes hunting for my glasses this morning. Tore up the kitchen. Looked in the truck. Came back in and Hank gave me the look…
- Saturday, June 20Earl brought the saw back. Eighteen months. Set it on the porch step and said, "There. Don't say I never gave you nothing."
- Friday, June 19Found my time card from the mill in there. Don't know how it ended up in a kitchen drawer. It belongs in the shed if it belongs anywhere.…
- Thursday, June 18Earl came by to borrow the long extension cord and stayed three hours. Sat on the porch step the way he does. Talked about his back, the…
- Wednesday, June 17Went out to the shed looking for the small wrench. Found Wendell's tackle box instead. Sat down on the floor with it.
- 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.