Report, if you have a problem with this page“ In the shop, breathing the scent of dusty grease and oil; in the old house, staring into the living room where Dad and Jake used to take naps together on the couch; in the sheep barn, remembering the joy implicit in so much baaing life; in every inch of the farm, I recalled my father’s presence. ”
Julene Bair
From : The Ogallala Road: A Memoir of Love and Reckoning
