Barbara “Bo” Jensen The cab driver was confused. He had peppered me with questions all the way from the airport, … More
Souvenirs: A Father and Son at the End of the World
We were quiet for a long time. It was as if they’d cut off my arm. Finally, I said, “Well, we promised each other last month up in France that we weren’t going to have any souvenirs…”
He moved swiftly, efficiently. Walking Man never said a word except “Hello” each time he passed, or each time I passed him as he sat drinking coffee at a café.