Joseph Giallombardo

The Wattaquadock Owls

I. The brief ceremony had concluded, and when the party ––no small percentage of our town–– had processed over to the previously anointed spot in the shade of the beloved oak tree on Wattaquadock Hill’s north slope, people were invited to share some words about the deceased. Though it was 11 degrees, and worse with windchill, the crowd showed few signs of dispersing.