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To My Grandfather

From the April 2005 Print Edition

You sailed four times before you could give up your native town for good and the stone house that had withstood floods and the ruinous quake. Grandfather, whom I never knew, dead when your son was only two, how is it that I think of you as he lies slowly dying? Forgive me if I seem to rail because . . . . Continue Reading »