preparing the corpus
When grandfather died we cleaned out his place.
We found in the closet some shoeboxes.
We found in the shoeboxes photos, letters, pressings.
They came from a time in his life when none of us knew him. When had he been in Tokyo? Who was Jane? Where did he get this medallion?
Flipping through one photo album I found that grandfather had a good eye for buildings. He preferred architecture to people.
I expressed a wish to hang on to the photo album. I expressed regret that it simply wouldn’t fit into my suitcase. I took instead a whiskey glass etched with a hole 16 at Pinehurst, a par 5. At family gatherings I would fill this whiskey glass with ginger ale and plunk in a few ice cubes and hold it close, feeling and hearing the bubbles fizz on my face.
This whiskey glass or one like it.
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