“. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.” —Thomas Wolfe, “Look Homeward, Angel” ________________________________________ —Aylmer: early 1970s— His name was Henry Palmer. Tall, toothless, beak-nosed, nasal-voiced, stooped and painfully skinny, old and bald, he eked out a meager existence by … Continue reading Fragments…(#1)