Prologue The morning he stepped out of South Station, Boston felt like a verdict. Wet brick, ferry horns, the shiver of a gull’s cry over steel water. He stood a moment under the awning with his father’s old briefcase in hand, breath wisping pale, and watched the crowd carry its coffees toward another ordinary day. […]
August 11, 2014by Sean Dempsey When I was a childThere stood a house by a lakeIn a bed of woods it did lay.We would yearly devote–To find hearth reached by boat–On a trip that took nearly a day. When I was a child,My two brothers and I,And little sister, merely three years,We would play high […]
