Spoon River was just a place
like any other one. We had
heroes and villains and the
righteous and the wicked and the
boring and the normal and
the bizarre. I was probably
all of those at some point. None
of these chattering ghosts would have
been any different had they lived
their little lives anywhere else.
We all carry the seeds of
our own destruction inside us.
And God only sends us the
crosses that he knows we can’t bear.