harrow raze i don't miss the chaos of large family gatherings. what i miss is the quiet that came after. but if i could step back into one physical space that lives inside a holiday-hued memory, it would be jim and kay's house in harrow. father paul would be holding court at the dining room able, ready to impart some piece of hard-earned wisdom. jim would be in the living_room, watching a japanese film dubbed into english and stripped of a sixth of its soul. ryan would be inventing death scenes for action figures while his knees kissed the carpet through his jeans. i would be seated at the spinet organ, lusting after the ambrosia salad and creamed peas that were just around the corner. i knew as soon as i got home my mother would empty my wallet of all it held and force me to eat a second meal not much more than an hour after the first left me so full i thought i might explode. it didn't matter. for as long as i was a guest in that mansion in miniature, i felt safe and seen. 251226 what's it to you? who go blather from