img_1306I is my middle initial. Stands for Irvin. My father wanted Ervin, German pronunciation.
I mispronounced the spelling of our last name making the phone order for the concrete closure on the vault my mother’s grave. She was afraid of drowning having learned to swim only in later life. It was hard to miss as the bobcat lowered the concrete lid, swinging. Susann Ennf. At least they got  the two ns right. No-one said a word, not that it would matter to my mother, or the Red River.


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