Tracy Clark

“He’d known early what he was meant to become, and he had considered that certainty heaven sent. Henry had had a calling, a talent, a drive. All behind him now, though he missed the thrill of it, the sense of accomplishment. But a man had to know when to hang up his cleats, when to take his bow and leave the field.”
― Tracy Clark

“I found Shaw's place easy enough, but had to drive past the address and park around the corner to avoid the residential parking signs and all the dib holders -- old office chairs, busted baby strollers, orange traffic cones -- sitting in shoveled-out spots, waiting for their shovelers' return. The practice of saving your spot on a city street was technically illegal, but so were a lot of things the city let slide until somebody made a big stink about it and ruined it for everybody else.”
― Tracy Clark