F. J. Bergmann Vodka over Ice What he read wasn’t a eulogy or a poem, but a highway map, and I could already see the story funneling his adoration of his grandfather into infidelity, obesity and alcoholism fifty years down the road. F.J. Bergmann is tempted away from the virtues of simplicity far too often. … Continue reading F. J. Bergmann: “Vodka over Ice”
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