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  1. Sunday, January 1, 1984 · Don Krumpos

    One Railing Off

    It rained most of the weekend, and when we came out onto the overlook the valley was giving itself up to mist. The trees below were half-erased, the far ridge gone soft and white, the whole place breathing through wet…

  2. Sunday, January 1, 1984 · Don Krumpos

    The Books in His Bedroom

    My father had a massive collection of books from college. At least it felt massive to me then. They lived in his bedroom, which made them different from ordinary household books. They were not simply around, not part of the…

  3. Sunday, January 1, 1984 · Don Krumpos

    The School of Too Much

    It caught up with me in the Gate House, the first room of the tour, forty-two years after the first time I stood in it. Not a memory, exactly. Memory usually arrives with one small object in its hand: a…

  4. Wednesday, August 1, 1984 · Don Krumpos

    The Cook

    Once a year, my father had a reason for me to skip church. On the morning of the Grace Lutheran summer picnic, we did not put on church clothes. We did not sit in the pews. We got up early,…