My street is the one always closed off for Halloween—so claustrophic it makes me that I leave until its over (with a lighted bowl of treats on the front step)

Back to Clough—my father happened to be in the right place at the right time years ago, and literally saved a number of Clough papers from the burn pile a descendant was tossing them on. We donated them to the organization formerly known as SPNEA, where they now safely repose in many flat files. Unfortunately, much was also lost before my father happened by.