Along the upper Spoon River, 1935 When they found him at last, he was face down in a pool of milk out behind the barn, an empty tin pail against his boot. They summoned the doc, who declared him dead, then they laid him out on the bed of the truck and carried him back to the funeral home. The following day they returned to the house where none of them had been for years, intending, as well as they...
