Night Ride to Divis
Gerry passes me a Pellegrino and sinks back into a wicker lounge chair on the patio he handbuilt with his son. Sun is beating relentlessly down the canyon hillside, which he has planted fastidiously and still tends. I feel my skin start to burn, but am too conflict-averse to say anything. Gerry has not been … Continue reading Night Ride to Divis
