'here & Know'

"Only dolts live in the city for life," I told Margaret. She shrugged. I'll never forget the day we moved out to Red Sparrow Falls. Something changed then, and I'm still uncovering the mystery of what, these so many, so many years later.... "I have to go out to the dentures repair shop," I lied to Margaret. "Molar's on the fritz again." I hopped in the station wagon and zoomed the some ninety minutes, over the majestic bridge and into the cloudy, rough and tumble hubbub of the big city, a different world. It had been a decade at least since I'd been here, but it mostly looked the same. The world seemed to hit a point of stagnation, culturally, at some point, and it became one of the great unspoken things: not questioning how or why that was. I made my way over to the Hall of Records. I had pinpointed the time and general location of what I believed to be when and where a Dr. Joe Cravendorf Sr. worked as a psychiatrist. His office was in the same building I had worked in, and though I don't believe I ever met