Freddy goes to Florida

The great train goes by like a great but grainy owl, like a black-and-white two-reeler that’s both a movie and a mnemonic—oh yes!— each view a polished memory, each stop, each station, each picket fence, every tree a hiding dryad! (Freddy’s read his Keats.) He smiles. We’ll go easy on the dryads. It seems thereContinue reading “Freddy goes to Florida”