were you really there?   one of the handful of times you came back to visit you said you liked seeing all the things I had that you’d forgotten about the kitchen table from the seventies with the radiating veneer sea-captain chairs that fell apart immediately they came home from Waltons —you took them apart and re-Araldited them to last forever, and they have— the knife block you made from a hard eucalypt offcut from the new back fence at Glenroy, still here on my kitchen bench the bookshelf you made, mountain ash, a heavy pain to carry from rented…