it in twenty years.
I stood there and heard forty years of a man’s suppressed life in a single sentence.
It’s not too late, I said.
He laughed, but not unkindly.
I mean it, I said. We run a workshop for kids here on Saturdays. Twelve to sixteen year olds, mostly. They take apart old mechanical toys, learn to use hand tools, learn that a broken thing is continue reading …
