There are some places so embedded in your core memories, you can describe every nook and no-man's-land with your eyes closed. Some are so ingrained — very nearly genetically — that your confidence in that memory tempts no reach for supporting evidence. My grandfather lived on the McVay property off
Commerce in an optimistic downtown
when money circulated by sidewalk
Putting pencil to pixel, learning to
retrace family landmarks from memory
A search aimed at giving voice to
relatives spoken of only in whispers
Lessons on gray areas from colorful
characters toiling in black and white
Finding one's place with benchmarks,
backsights, and cornerstones
