the dreaded moment arrived:
we borrowed adria's van and drove
to our storage space, where a towering
pile of our accumulated past awaited us.
most of it had been forgotten; recovering
it was like finding a free pile and being ob-
ligated to take every last item home. i rolled
my toolbag out of there but left the half dozen
boxes of old snapshot prints behind. sarah
several large boxes of duds and i joked that she
had "more shoes than the Holocaust Museum."
poor taste, maybe, but almost literally true. after
filling up the van without emptying the closet, we
parked at the RE Store and checked out the
art show. it was good and i especially liked this fish, the
kind that used to be so plentiful in the wild around