Allison Wolcott
Skip’s story about his dad saying Skip wasn’t any use “come hog-killing time,” and the way he laughed every time he told it to students at the bar after workshop when they asked about his conscientious objector journey, still makes me laugh. And the memory of how he could fix you with those blue eyes in class and say with all the gravel on earth, “that’s right” still chills my blood.

