Fiction
Autumn 1963
To a Tenor Dying Old
A few years ago I began to see a picture in my mind’s eye, and for a long time it puzzled me because I could not tell where it came […]
Fiction
Autumn 1962
The Keyhole Eye
My Uncle Tom was the last of my grandfather’s ten sons and was fourteen years old the year I was born. He left Princeton half-way through his freshman year to […]