The day my aunt and I had talked was just as vivid to me now as it had been eight years ago, when I'd had a blowout with my mother over my decision to go to school in Tucson rather than staying safely up here in northern Arizona.

[…] That they be not compelled to eate their owne donge, and drinke their owne stale with you?

[…] and among those are 300 000 new Basque-speakers (those who have learnt it not at home, but at school or as adults at the euskaltegi.

Of course she stopped paying her dues to the union. She lost all interest in the union. . . . She had about made up her mind that she was a lost soul.