OSO, Snohomish County, Wash. — Ron Thompson drives his pickup a few times a week to this sacred place and waits with a heavy heart, a mental trove of stories and a green bag of laminated photos. In the meantime, he picks up barely noticeable trash, a garbage picker in one hand and his cane in the other.
Ten years ago, he couldn’t help with the cleanup — his wife, Gail, was too scared to leave his side, even for those brief minutes when they got separated in the shoe section of a store and she started screaming his name. But he’s here now. He picks up a piece of discarded paper, barely a square inch, and drops it in a bucket.
Two visitors come by and start to get into their car. Thompson, 76, grabs his bag of photos of the old neighborhood, walks over and begins the question he’s asked at this debris-field-turned-memorial-site thousands of times:
“Did you know anybody here?”
One says her late husband knew a married couple who died but can’t recall their names.