“he took me to st. louis in a train once, i remember that.” he dredged up one family vacation, one fishing trip. “literally, all those years and i can count on one hand—there just weren’t many times. it was sort of sad. . . . i missed it.” when bill was seven, the ...
communist book store, uncle ray had told me that they where never open, so i guess this is one of their rare appearences, and i should take the oppertunity, and check it out, cool place, reminds me of the anarchist book store in down town l.a, i only had a few minutes to...