In the death that signifies the end of the growing season, I wondered if I would ever know forever. Then I met it for dinner. Until it’s time to carve the turkeys, I work almost completely alone on the day of the community turkey supper. Bob is madly cleaning the house for some out-of-town guests […]
The West Fulton Turkey Supper
I thought it was a crazy wish that my dying rural community would someday be revived. But even crazy wishes can come true. I first wrote this essay back in 2001, and I re-run it today to show the power of a simple wish. At that time, West Fulton, my hometown, was a dying […]