Status Updates From Keeper of the Moon

“if indeed there exists a physical heaven, I hope it is patterned after North Carolina between the summer hours of 6 and 8 AM. The haunting call of doves, leaves jeweled with dew, the glint of the sun in oak branches, robins and roosters endn duet, fog – something eternal exist in those minutes that a person carries in memory for life”

"You live in a shack," James Fisher smirked...It looks like a nigger house." "Well, your mama's fat," I retorted. "She's big as a brood sow." "But you live in a shack. You have to burn wood to keep warm and you don't even have an indoor bathroom. The fenders are falling off your dad's truck." "Maybe so," I admitted, my voice starting out low but building with confidence...But I got a telescope."