A Blind Guide to Stinkville

A Blind Guide to Stinkville — page 3
Home I mean real home is Seattle Washington We lived there right along the shore all twelve years of my life There was always a wonderful blanket of soft gray in the sky so I only had to put on sunscreen once in the morning and my milk-white skin stayed perfectly pale The air smelled salty and like rain Mom would walk me to school during the school year and I’d spend the summer hanging out with my best friend Eliza who lived a block from us Her mom let her walk over to our house by herself in the morning but of course it was impossible for me to head out on my own So we’d always hang out at my home Mom would bake us cook ies and tell us stories about her life B A before Alice when she was a travel writer She made every day feel like an adventure Sometimes when Dad came home from work he’d say Where’d ya go today Alice And I’d say anything from Argentina to Zaire wherever Mom had talked about that day Here in Stinkville life is pretty much the opposite of before We live in a little house in the middle of the woods Even with all the trees the sky is blazing blue I have to put on sunscreen every other hour For real And the air in Stinkville It smells like rotting eggs That’s because the whole town is centered on M H Bartel Paper Mill where almost everyone including the new plant manager a k a my dad in town works 2