Tag: by Beth Bosworth
BuickBy Beth Bosworth
March 2007 "He asked that his ashes be dumped in the Gowanus," I told them all. I put the lid back on the urn very carefully. The woman in the red dress adjusted her sateen shoulder strap. The car salesman began dusting off his knees, then stopped. Little bits of my father could very well have been clinging there.