The end of summer neared — time to register for my junior year at SCAD and find a new apartment. Time to find a new job.
154. Hanging Out by the State Line
153. The Sincerest Tree in the Aluminum Forest
My parents married early in the Space Age. Kennedy was in office, and during that same year the US and the USSR combined for 81 orbital launches. Space was the buzz, and […]
152. Many Times I’ve Gazed Along the Open Road
Lee G. dropped by my parents’ house. “Did you hear about David?” he said. “Who?” “David Hart. He died last night.”
If Somebody Loves You and Leaves You for Dead (or, Happy Birthday Wimbot)
Three years ago on a night pretty much like every other, I thrashed around in my bed, unable to sleep. My breaths came quickly, my heart beating too fast. A combination of […]
151. To Some Other Garden of Sweet Delight
My new bike wasn’t sexy: no extended fork, teardrop tank or ape hangers. It wasn’t a cafe racer that left me lying on the tank like I was humping it, nor was […]
150. The Inevitable Death of the Quincymobile
My first car was a 1967 MGB roadster, which means that the car I drove most often was my parents’ white 1977 Ford LTD station wagon. The previous sentence makes perfect sense […]
149. As Lonely as the Road I’m On
I do not come from limousine people. My family was deeply middle class in the manner in which that term was used in the late twentieth century. My parents, aunts, and uncles […]
148. Falling on My Head Like a Memory
We stayed with my father’s parents at their little house up in the Rocky Mountains. They lived in a small town named Evergreen, which was no more than a few shops and […]
147. Senseless Working Overtime
After the holidays I was back in Savannah and back to work in my new role as non-manager of Starship Records. I still had the keys, though, so 8 a.m. Monday morning […]
146. The Barbarossa Express
That Christmas was my first with money in my pocket, and I wanted to spend it. My sisters were married and gone now, and my mother was in the middle of some […]
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