“Novelist Tim O’Brien revisits his past to come to terms with his rural hometown.”
A few months ago, when I paid a return visit to Worthington, a deep and familiar sadness settled inside me as I approached the town on Highway 60. The flat, repetitive landscape carried the feel of eternity, utterly without limit, reaching off toward a vast horizon just as our lives do. Maybe I was feeling old. Maybe, like my father, I was conscious of my own lost youth. – from “From Brooklyn to Worthington, Minnesota,” by Tim O’Brien, Smithsonian Magazine
A few months ago, when I paid a return visit to Worthington, a deep and familiar sadness settled inside me as I approached the town on Highway 60. The flat, repetitive landscape carried the feel of eternity, utterly without limit, reaching off toward a vast horizon just as our lives do. Maybe I was feeling old. Maybe, like my father, I was conscious of my own lost youth. – from “From Brooklyn to Worthington, Minnesota,” by Tim O’Brien, Smithsonian Magazine
