Dispatches From Memory Lane, Part One

A Deeply Personal Glimpse Into My Unusual Childhood

Pat Conroy begins his great literary masterpiece, The Prince of Tides, with these lines: “My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.” I know that he did not have the arid high desert of Taos, New Mexico in mind when he wrote those lines. But that is my wound. That is the geography of my soul. 

And this is one of the stories that I r…