Angst Archive September 2009

Being Coyote

My aunt has been helping my father finish an auto-biography he is self-publishing. Part of the work has involved going through the bulletins he sent to his extended family (green carbons )  every few weeks or months. She recently stumbled across the following paragraph, written about myself when I was seven years old. Knowing as she does, my Coyote persona, she forwarded it to me.

Monday evening the 16th, we celebrated my birthday.  The greatest present was a “plaque” from [my-name], done a while back but really great!  The execution was by hammering a screwdriver with the hammer to make a design, on a piece of clapboard.  The design –– his own, and colored appropriately with watercolors, shows a wolf (or coyote) trotting along a hilly…

Books

Five or six years ago we had a fire. It took out my home office and scorched most of the library. The microwave in the kitchen melted. But all things considered, we were very lucky. We weren't there (a halogen lamp on a timer had apparently had some paper fall on it from a bookcase). We had to gut the inside of the house, but we only lost about a third of the contents. And everything was there to inventory—it took the insurance company four days, but they made a 100 page spreadsheet of everything in the house. While they were doing that, I hired a friend to help me, and we went through the books.

The top bookshelves were massively charred, but we tore off the covers and read the titles from the inside, so for the first time I had a full…