Dredging “They’re draining Jackson Pond,” my wife says, and I almost spray my Fruit Loops. She just keeps rolling like it doesn’t matter, rinsing her breakfast dishes and slipping them into the dishwasher, stuffing Zach into his coat so I can drop him at preschool. “For god’s sake, why?” I say. “You know how…
Dredging by Adam Kotlarczyk
