Where I'm Calling From, Raymond Carver
Frank Martin uncrosses his arms and takes a puff on the cigar. He lets the smoke carry out of his mouth. Then he raises his chin toward the hills and says, “Jack London used to have a big place on the other side of this valley. Right over there, behind that green hill you’re looking at. But alchohol killed him. Let that be a lesson. He was a better man than any of us....