Ivan's Face Was Bigger and Whiter Than I Remembered

Ivan's face was even bigger and whiter than I remembered. He wore a red hunting cap that was too small and sat on his head like a party hat. Black mud encased his legs almost to his knees. Ivan had been clearing out the woods behind the house. Most of it was gone by now. Nearly an acre of trees turned into a stumpy bog. The father and son drove hot rods, maintaining them on parts cannibalized from their backyard wrecks.