Frances&Tim

February 5-7, 1982 Ballard District, Seattle, Washington We leave the Sunset Hotel, where we live. We come out of the alley, around the corner. Half way down the block three men are tearing off the facing of an old building, on a ladder and leaning over the roof, with claw hammers and a crow’s foot. One

Frances, “There’s a dog at our door, Timothy.” Tim, “They’re really loud, the mice.” (Frances: I lay on my stomach on the big bed, kissed and rekissed the inside of Timothy’s knees… I had a feeling of great warmth. Then I heard the scratching on our front door.) We get up, flip on the porch light

Driving “Emma” the truck from California to Idaho TUESDAY, December 27, 1988. Tim: We got a late start but made it without incident from Santa Cruz to Fairfield … Frances: … where we stopped and I used a pay phone to get the weather conditions: Highway 80 was open, but chains required at Applegate, which is

Summer 1981 19 miles from nearest neighbor South of Platina, Tehama County, California Timothy: I was awake almost all of last night … the mouse. There’s a huge mouse who lives in this funky mobile home, with a body … well, at least three-and-a-half inches long, maybe four. Seems huge to me, for a mouse.