Chapter 1 

We meet those we have known. First are those who we have damaged in some way, back to an innocuous remark in grade school. Big Kathy Kemper, cross-eyed, was there and she was now beautiful and scolding that my friends and I had said things to her like how she manufactured bricks out of turds and threw them at people. There was the horse lady who I had had a fist fight with, she appeared and told me it had not changed her too much but that she couldn’t eat vinegar salad for a few days. Learning this I felt a cringing in myself. Persons I didn’t recognize came to me and told me the circumstances of my brush with them. Some were from the football field where I had been known as a ferocious tackler. Arthur Upham, of all people reminded me how I had humiliating him for wearing a Casper the ghost Halloween costume on the day everyone agreed not to wear any costumes because we were feeling older and grown up.

David Eide
January 24, 2014