Memoirous

The Norwegian Sweater I remember a time when I was young and hearty— and never cold, so that we ripped the radiator out of the room in order to get two and half more feet of living space I was given thick wool sweaters that I passed on, gave away to Salvation Army; they were made for people living on the streets After having my baby (thirty years ago) my feet ached I bought cushiony fleece and suede slippers from L. L. Bean but hardly wore them; they made my feet so hot I had to kick them off in the night I could not imagine a time when I’d ever be cold My motor ran fast and high, creating energy to light up Chicago, or at least my block I lost more sweaters leaving them on the back of chairs or castoff in other people’s kitchen, or forgotten on the sidewalk after loading up the car. Now I live in thick wooly sweaters six months out of a year and that Norwegian sweater is my mainstay, and those Bean slippers: I sleep in ...