A letter to my grandmother about the day I learned some of her secrets.

A letter to my grandmother about the day I learned some of her secrets.
How I found myself swaddled in a cocoon of global warming
A coming home to an island that helped shaped my world view sixty years ago.
My father rode down King Street for the last time just before noon on Saturday, May 27.
John Peter Illo never learned to swim in water, yet he swam at odds with the cultural flow, cross grain to the tide.