My father, John Almond, holding my hands as I stood as a baby. Picture is in a darkened living room. My father is wearing a white t-shirt and I am in a onesie.

Poem: “How to Pass”

You must practice these disciplines daily. First, you must always remember your place. Know your betters, your lessors. Know that all that your mind can concieve must be tightly bound in a polite and yeilding skin, or you will give away the game. Second, you must cut away the extra. All that does not fit the mold given to you …