Pappyland: A Story of Family, Fine Bourbon, and the Things That Last

by Wright Thompson

That’s how we acknowledged the ghosts who’d be at that game with us.

Close is always the only possible outcome when someone tries to make the present match up with his memory of the past.

We tell ourselves a story to survive and then that story consumes us, destroys us. The mask eats the face.

Everything depends on the quality of our acts and our experiences. . . . We are so obsessed with doing that we have no time and no imagination left for being. Ontonagon, Michigan, is a remote dive-bar town.