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DocuSign Envelope ID: DED368CC-D87F-4704-8F64-B8F2DB10EE93 <br /> "Finally Learned Hardy's Name..," LOOlk50110 Literottire, Fall/Winter 2016 <br /> Finally Learned Hardy's Name Irian Old News Clip Today <br /> I've often thought about Hardy Jackson, <br /> whose story I heard about a decade ago. <br /> I was 'watching an interview with a man whose son <br /> had fallen from a cliff in a strong wind. <br /> The boy was sixteen, but the wind didn't know. <br /> Hearing about this boy and,his lather,,I was reminded <br /> of the man whose story has lingered through the years, <br /> my brother's version the only version <br /> had ever known. Mikey first told me Hardy's story <br /> while standing at the door, ry keys in his hand, <br /> after pumping more gas, car after car <br /> as the rations went low. Our town,back home, <br /> a hundred miles away—was gone. <br /> At the s my brother saw Hardy on the TV. <br /> His face was crumpled like a sorrowful puzzle. <br /> didn't know what to do but sit there 'watching his.face„ <br /> as though my watching might change the ending, <br /> The reporter was broken by her own tears too,, <br /> he said,and lost the rest of the story. He also said <br /> Hardy's story started,like v iost,with a house, <br /> though cracked in half by a tree—and that Hardy's wife <br /> was all Hardy ever had I didn't know then, <br /> like I don't know now,what ;Lardy must have felt <br /> when his fingers went slack, that storm inside their home„ <br /> that storm and their child held tight,in one hand <br /> when his wife was released from the other. <br /> K. B. Young 7 <br />