Our Town

Last fall our friend Ferron fell on some medical hard times despite the VA, so I pressed some cash in his hand and said when he had a chance he should give us some tiny renderings of our house.

When he came by the other night, and borrowed a pencil to install the clapboard, and then sprayed the finished products with clear enamel, I was sure it was the right real-estate investment.

But even more to the point: As he sat on the back deck and sipped tea, dawdling while the little Sueñitoses dried, he looked up at the ever-changing clouds of dusk and said: "You know, this really is better than anything on TV."