1. “A walnut killed him,” a relative says at the family reunion this summer, speaking of my great uncle. “He had a lot of food allergies,” says a second cousin. 616 more words
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There are train tracks close to my home.
There is a freight line that passes along those tracks about twice a week at around 3am. I imagine the conductor of this train as an old, grizzled veteran of the railroad; perfectly content to do exactly what he’s doing till the end of his days. 692 more words