“May you burn with grace and return to the light.”
Zendo Jesus Delmoral
He lived alone, in the silver, loaf-shaped, mobile trailer parked at the edge of the Gosset property. Old Man Gosset didn’t ask anything from Pablo, and was quite willing to give him a place to park for as long as it was needed. Once in a while, Mrs. Gosset walked a bag of warm cookies down to Pablo’s trailer, and affectionately ribbed him about his devotion to the space heater, even in July. You’d feel the hot air slam into you only moments after he opened his door.
Pablo was a simple man, and for the most part, he was satisfied. Satisfied with his work, his bed, with putting away a few dollars every check, with a night at the bar now and then, and a good electric generator. The generator was mostly for the heat. The heat was important. » Read the rest of this entry «