Steinbeck in Vietnam: Dispatches from the War
John Steinbeck, Thomas E. Barden, ed.
That’s a non sequitur only a 6-year old could love but it lies at the heart of my seemingly life-long fascination with John Steinbeck. When I was young my dad’s job was road car inspector. He was, essentially, one of the system’s Triple A guys–the ones who hopped the next train out and walked down the tracks to get stalled trains moving again.
Whatever he found on the tracks that tickled his fancy he kept; evidently lost and found was only for items dropped in the cars and on the platforms. All sorts of odd flotsam found its way to our basement Continue reading