Pencil Sketch, 750 words: Clyde
I liked Clyde the minute I saw him. This was summer, more than twenty years ago. I had just moved to Minneapolis and Clyde was standing at the open back of his mail truck, plucking envelopes and flyers out of white bins and organizing them into complicated sheaves. He rarely said anything back then. But … Continue reading Pencil Sketch, 750 words: Clyde