We left Chicago for Burleson, Texas in the fall of 1976, just as
The King of Lunch
Balancing the Broom
I experienced a very vivid and very stray memory the other day.
The Potential Hazards of a Too Full Bladder
I waited too long, Trying to wrap up one last Chapter before bolting for the Diner bathroom. I shoved open the door and Whacked a Hell’s Angel Who was on his […]
All the Way To Barrow, Alaska
When people asked why I moved to Los Angeles, I smirked before claiming L.A. was
You Never Thought You’d Be Alone This Far Down the Line
The temperature outside hovers around 100 degrees, and the Gorgeous Ladies Of Wrestling (GLOW) are overacting on my TV screen.
Jethro Tull In A Thunderstorm
“Why would you pay good money to see Jethro Tull?” That’s the first question people asked me
The Velvet Couch
I don’t remember exactly how old I was. The outer boundaries are maybe five years old, as that’s
The Mutable Measure of Writing Success
One half of a lifetime ago, I walked into a Los Angeles bookstore.
When Music Breaks Us
Now and then music will break me.
Fake Santa
Icy wind stretched the full 250 miles separating Savannah from Spartanburg, but that was more the fault of my means of conveyance than it was some kind of force majeure.
