1966 · 0:34

The Letter

The letter came in November of 1966, a single page that decided the next three years of my life and very nearly all of it. My mother read it twice and then wen…

1967 · 0:41

What I Carried

I will not put most of that year into words, not because I cannot find them but because some things are not improved by being said. We were tired in a way slee…

1969 · 0:42

Coming Home

I came back to Erie in the spring of 1969. Nobody met the bus. That was how it was then, and I did not hold it against anyone, though it took some years to mea…