The Dueck Barn

The other night my dad had a dream. He dreamed it was midday when two men in pressed grey suits arrived on the yard in a lifted burgundy Dodge Cummins with gold rims. They had a crane. It swooped in the sky, then picked the 80-foot barn off its foundation and perched it on the rails of the moving truck. They drove away with his beautiful old Grimsby barn, leaving all his things sitting on the cement floor. He stood at the house; all he could do was watch.

-PKD

The Dueck barn at Grimsby (Heuboden). That looks like my dad’s grandpa, Henry Dueck, in the foreground.