Upstairs With Mike Judd

The electric wire to the flash lamp cuts across the lower right corner.  Mike is on an Army cot.  The twin bed came from Kalispell with our Grandmother when she moved to Missoula.  The window behind Mike is the one the grown-ups claimed I used to crawl out of to serenade the girl next door with “Yankee Doodle Dandy,” wearing just my slippers.  A lie, of course.