From the RiverHouse

Dad had once said, Trust your mind, Rob. If it smells like shit but has writing across it that says Happy Birthday and a candle stuck down in it, what is it?

Is there icing on it? he’d said.

Dad had done that thing of squinting his eyes when an answer was not quite there yet.
George Saunders, Tenth of December

Image ©RiverHouse Photography of Caughdenoy, new York

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