“I left Hairball to his manic mantric singing. I walked toward the house and stopped to rub some white pine needles on my fingers. The evergreen smelled fresh and alive. The needles were long and soft to the touch. I… — Scott Lax Copy Share Image
“None of us laughed at Helen. Maybe because in 1970 we listened more to new ideas, however sentimental or foolish they sound all these years later in the harsh light of the millennium’s end. We wanted to find new answers for old questions, or we just thought there were new answers. And even with all the death that came daily,… — Scott Lax Copy Share
“I left Hairball to his manic mantric singing. I walked toward the house and stopped to rub some white pine needles on my fingers.… — Scott Lax Copy Share Image
