Telling: Streams & Logs


Feb 17 - lbk

Jake talks in his sleep. "It's a right angle," he says. "It's a right angle, Jake. It's a right angle." The day is bright with family, activity and talk. I hardly see Jake at all. The air breathes like fine-grain sandpaper. Many people have come for Pop's play. He stands steady in the strong current of admiration.