He was the villain

Saturday morning, Lincolnwood, Illinois This morning I find myself at an estate sale. I’ve visited them before, and written about them before, and today is more of the same: picking through the worldly possessions of someone who’s no longer worldly. As Kurt Vonnegut wrote, over and over again in Slaughterhouse-Five, “So it goes.” I comeContinue reading “He was the villain”