I can remember it so well
his small one-room repair shop
in the back corner of our back yard
with a cart to take the small appliances
things he fixed, back to our neighbors
old boards forming framed space
a place for him to work, to show his skills
even then so long ago
a knack for how things work
patience to solve problems
things that could be fixed
if you took them apart
and knew how to put them
back together.
September 16, 2006 21:38
My brother’s repair shop, 57 Squawfield Road, Westfield, MA, a bit over 30 years ago
(Raymond A. Foss)
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