Not So Far Away

I own a home in Martha’s Vineyard. I’ve never been there.

I have a picture of this house on a wall of my home in Prescott, Arizona. When people come over, I show them the picture and tell them what I know about the house based on the one sheet that my real estate person faxed me.

People sometimes ask why I bought the house. I said that I was born with the ability to feel close to things that are far away. Sometimes closer than things in the same room.

People often remark on the character of the two rocks out front along the driveway. I say, “So you can see what I’m saying.”