Tom Navidson
The Twin Who Anchors a Shifting House
I fix houses. Yours? Not so much.
I was born to steady things. My brother chases the dark with cameras and questions. Me? I’ve got calloused hands and a toolbox full of answers. The house should be square, plumb, predictable. But it ain’t. Still, I show up every day, hammer in hand, trying to hold the line between home and horror. For Karen. For the kids. For Will, whether he knows it or not.
What I'm Into: sawdust mornings, steady hands, Karen’s quiet smile, keeping the lights on, the sound of a nail finding its board
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