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sitting most days on the couch and drinking beer and watching old<br />

TV programs and not working and living instead off the check that<br />

came once per month on account of Daddy having originally hurt<br />

his back on the job.<br />

A streak of luck, Daddy called that.<br />

And Aldan Jr. set up in the newly empty shed a kind of<br />

museum for his art — the animals he’d resurrected, created — and<br />

over time the museum got plum-full of the little beasts and word<br />

got out and people from around and up in town, mostly cousins<br />

but others as well, heard about Aldan Jr.’s work and would drop<br />

by and ask to have a look inside the shed. When most anyone<br />

walked in that shed and saw what Aldan Jr. had been up to, they<br />

were completely thrilled with it all, tickled pink, and for the life of<br />

me I at times just could not understand it. I mean, as much as<br />

anyone I held a soft spot for my brother, the time and skill that he’d<br />

put into his work, and I was often amazed by the absolute, uncanny<br />

knowledge of skeletal anatomy that he seemed to have simply<br />

earned with birth. But to me, with all those bones, that old shed<br />

was just like a graveyard turned inside-out and I could not for my<br />

own life fathom why anyone would want to spend a second in<br />

t<strong>here</strong>, let alone Aldan Jr., four years younger than I.<br />

Over time, as Aldan Jr.’s collection kept on growing, all the<br />

attention it stirred started, I believe, to go to my little brother’s<br />

head. The sculptures — he’d learned that word at school and that’s<br />

what he called them now — became both more frequently<br />

constructed and, more often than not, larger in their undertaking.<br />

One of his most-proud moments, I remember, was the unveiling of<br />

his six-legged coyote — he claimed coyote, but I was fairly certain<br />

it was just a regular old dog — to our family. Us all standing in the<br />

open doorway of the shed with the evening sun coming down and<br />

spilling over us, the coyote was almost aglow as if the bones had<br />

been heated by fire or, more likely, the thing had just crawled out<br />

from the burning depths of hell.<br />

December 2011 19

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