An Evening on the Farm (Part 2 Ohio Series)
I pull apart two stiff strands of barbed wire and crabwalk over the bottom one. Once I am through, I bolt for my grandparents' mobile home, evading Hector's desperately reaching paws despite the guilt it stirs in me. When I reach the trailer, everyone has gone inside. I run up the concrete stairs to the front porch. Someone turned the light on for me and its yellow glow illuminates my steps. The bug light at the corner of the porch nearest the driveway is on, too, its neon blue shaft of light encased in a 5600-volt cage of electricity. There's not much action now, but after dinner, this disco of death will be the main attraction. Me and my sister on the farm circa 1986 I slip off my clay-soiled sneakers and leave them on the porch as I pull open the thin aluminum door. My senses are met with an array of pleasant stimuli. It is warm and cozy in my grandparents' home, in contrast with the cooling night air of the southern Ohio countryside. Immediately, I smell the en