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A few years ago, I drafted two linked stories, one about Kurt Cobain and the other about Raymond Carver. Both grew up in the Pacific Northwest. Both had fathers who worked at a sawmill. Both were, in one way or another, working-class kids.

Every big port like this one had a kid just like Kurt, a kid with sea legs on land and land legs at sea

He’s the type who makes much of the way things are and yet doesn’t see the way they are because he’s so busy trying to see that he misses.

The problem is, my son sees the man I am now and not the men I was before I became the man I am now.