For Christmas

The story goes like this: I was barely four weeks old and I was already a criminal. At least, that’s the line my father tells. According to him, the first crime was masterminding the abduction of the coroner’s blue spruce at the county seat. It was, of course, Christmas Eve, so my own memory of the event as a baby is a little hazy. In fact when the police cruiser pulled up beside the truck, I was strapped into my minuscule car seat, pretending to be asleep. It was my dad who had to deal with Officer Carstens.

tom stockwell

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