Brodkey Was Right, and Not Much Has Changed

In his story “First Love and Other Sorrows,” from the 1950s he wrote:

“Toward the end of March, in St. Louis, slush fills the gutters, and dirty snow lies heaped alongside porch steps, and everything seems to be suffocating in the embrace of a season that lasts too long.  Radiators hiss mournfully, no one manages to be patient, the wind draws tears from your eyes, the clouds are filled with sadness.  Women with scarves around their heads and their feet encased in fur-lined boots pick their way carefully over patches of melting ice.  It seems that winter will last forever, that this is the decision of nature and nothing can be done about it.”

Harold, you nailed it.  It blew like a beast today.  There isn’t any slush left in the gutters, but there was not long ago.  The radiators have all been scrapped and women maybe don’t wear scarves about their heads like they used to—but they are still wearing Uggs.  And I am not being patient.

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