Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

into the living room, where the pine table sat under the high window. It took us ten minutes to loosen the brass bolts, the heavy wood smelling of old pine resin as we lifted the top from the frame.

I held the screen door open as Frank carried the heavy trestle legs out to the driveway. The pine top followed, wrapped in an old grey blanket to protect continue reading …