I took a tour through my father’s childhood–
the house on Coles Boulevard,
the hill where his elementary used to be.
We drove down main street and
he told me all the names
of stores no longer there.
We stopped by the church
where my grandmother misheard
that Hare Krishnas were in the sanctuary
instead of hairy creatures.
I asked the questions I never had,
learned things I never knew.
No one still alive knows how my
My grandfather ran the motor pool
in World War II.
How my great-grandmother, my namesake
put up with my raving lunatic
of a great-grandfather.
I can never marry
a man named Frank.)