Earl King

This is a really nice piece of fiction printed in the NewYorker.  It's based on what I know to be a classic story of the Earl King which was one side of the tiny record we had as kids in the Wixted family - the other side being the Velvet Ribbon.  The writer captures the strange unnerving beauty of the story, the loss and the helplessness and adapts it in a really nice way.  A must read, I feel...