A family recipe, a childhood memory, a Depression-era handout
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Compton Gardner is the pseudonym of a writer who finds joy in chopping wood while listening to audio books.
My friend’s uncle scared me. He lived in a dome house he’d built from compressed styrofoam blocks, giving it the appearance of an igloo. It had a composting toilet and a dirt floor, and it looked absolutely extraterrestrial on the little plot of ground across the pasture from our Kentucky farm, such that I thought it might simply lift off and head into the Milky Way, leaving the fields of corn behind.