"THE FOSSIL FARM," and Other First-person Stories

THE STORY JACKALHOUND ON THE TRAIL ESTABLISHED MY INTENTION TO EXPLORE STORIES WHERE THE MAIN CHARACTER SPEAKS TO THE READERS (OR IS ASSUMED TO BE SPEAKING TO SOMEONE WITHIN HIS/HER WORLD.

RIGHT NOW, CONSIDER WHAT YOU ARE READING TO BE "FOSSIL FARM, CHAPTER ONE."

THE NARRATOR SPEAKING TO YOU IS JERRY CHAN, A YOUNG CHINESE-AMERICAN MAN, LIVING IN MODERN REAL-WORLD ILLINOIS.

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My grandparents were saying no to Chairman Mao and cultural revolution when they emigrated to the United States. I'm here to say how glad I am that they brought with them the better points of Chinese culture. Like valuing one's elders. All four of my grandparents are living still, and they all approve of me working in activity therapy at the largest live-in retirement home in our county. The white and black residents like me just fine.

The ones who are coherent-- and incoherence is easier to treat than physical deterioration of sight or hearing-- aren't pleased about being here. Occasionally, somebody no older than eighty improves enough to go home under protective supervision, or to remain at the Fossil Farm, but on a daytime-only basis.

Don't look at me like that. I didn't coin the expression; others did. I don't use it. \\\\\\\
 
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