He once bragged to me that with the single push of a button, he could lower his boat from the dock behind his house, that he could be out on the water in less than five minutes.
Nonfiction
Rainstorm, North Dakota
There is, in your past, a road that hugs the sea: a transcontinental highway that you can pick up or leave at any time, made not of on-ramps and off-ramps but of uncontrolled crossings and stoplights you are free to turn at, drive through, or ignore entirely.
The Last Picture Show
When the opportunity presented itself, I didn’t hesitate to take Winnie to see “Belfast.” I’d already seen it once, and I knew she would love it.