Lee AndersonNonfiction
Lee Anderson John Denver died the day I was meant to be born. On the other side of a hooked thumb of land, less than one hundred miles from my hospital, he crashed his airplane into Monterey Bay. All things considered, it’s not a bad place to die: twinkling water, craggy rocks, branched hands […]
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