I have mourned—that I have lost a book-mark of sentimental value—oneI picked up—at a bookstore called—Ten Directions—in Taos—where Dad& I had driven one weekend—thedrive in Grandpa’s old red Chevy pick-up—when Dad said—get this—hisfamily was only dysfunctional—whenthey drank—otherwise all was fine!—this from a man—who had found hismother naked in—the bathtub—&whose father—the aforementioned Grand-pa—had, rampaging—forced Dad, hismother, & sister—to spend Xmas Evein the backyard—in a tent—a var-iation … Continue reading Ten Directions by Frank Freeman