Martha Huro is having a sort of last dance with time. You can tell from her guiding philosophy, which is, roughly: everything was better back in the day.
There were the childhood games: Three sticks. The novels, John Grisham and Hardy Boys and Harry Potter. Her past unfolds like a blooming flower as memory, that capricious seamstress, runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. She’s playing all the great retro album hits, no single tracks.
