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Where there were only dirt and needles,
I laid a floor of hardwood and shellac.
I plaited walls into the forest.

Last century we took a lot of shots
Of what we did, framing things for Look and Life
So we could see us and our lot

Ray and his second wife drove into Bakerton on a clear winter morning, in a Ford they’d rented at the Pittsburgh airport. They’d been off the highway for two hours, traveling a road that snaked through mountains, alongside streams and...

Calista Wertheim was, in her time—as most people are, in their times, I suppose—lovely. She had a propensity toward all things batik and slashed her way through life with that mane of frizzled yellow whipping behind her. Garry loved her...