Edward Harkness, At the Curling Rink
At the Curling Rink I can no longer feel my feet. Even at 13, in my thin-soled sneakers, the world wore an ominous grin. Here, in this weird bowling alley, was a case in point. My father—still in his polished work shoes, necktie tucked into his shirt, the […]
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