Last week I bought a jar of old buttons at a flea market held outside a mom and pop motel on Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Gilt, leather, worn-down polished metal, square, round, oblong, this button jar has it all. I also bought a 1935 yearbook, the Ahdawagam, from Lincoln High School in Wisconsin Rapids, Wisconsin. The … Continue reading Where are you now, Skinny Arnold?
Objects, Memory and Meaning
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