Spinning Out

an Art of Dying fragment

It’s the dying embers of 1973, could even be New Year’s Day 1974, I don’t remember. I was driving my dad’s car. A new Volvo 164. I am still surprised that he allowed me to drive the thing, and even more surprised that he allowed me to drive it with his mom, my paternal grandmother Irene, as passenger for the drive up north to bring her back home after a holiday visit with him and his second wife (Anneli). Dad had…

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Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write. Wolfstuff.com.

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Ulf Wolf

Ulf Wolf

Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write. Wolfstuff.com.

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