It was time to crawl back into my cave. Losing Jody to New York and losing my last shred of self-esteem to Stan were both bad enough, but I was about to […]
145. Whatever This World Can Give To Me
144. There’s No Need to Argue
Stan was Scott’s boss. He worked directly for the owners of Starship Records. I didn’t know what he did other than be The Boss. He was maybe thirty, though his alcohol-puffy face […]
143. And in These Days When Darkness Falls Early
It was time. Jody deferred her plans to move to New York City because she wanted to spend a little more time with me, but the agency representing her was only so […]
New Piece Published in The Write Room
Here’s a piece published this morning in an online literary magazine named The Write Room. It’s a full-blown Why It Matters piece, but I never posted it here. They even nailed WIM-style […]
142. If There is Music We Can Use It
Some of us in the MTV generation had to settle for ABC’s Friday Night Videos. Well into college I could still be found in front of the television most Friday nights, watching […]
141. Daddy Rabbit
We went to the movies. I can’t remember which one, but there was lots of neon, smoke, and keytars and some stupid drug dealer plot. Let’s just call it Eighties Movie, since […]
140. Headin’ Into Twilight
I enrolled in Life Drawing. The professor could have been the prototype for Stephen Colbert: tall, thin, black hair and glasses; handsome and funny. The big differences between the two were which […]
We’ll Meet Again
Over on The Good Men Project this week I finish the conversation that I started here yesterday. It’s a tough one but a good one, all about saying goodbye to my dying […]
I’m the Man in the Box
I’m on vacation, and between time zone changes, sleepless hotel nights, family issues, and time away from the black book I’m coming up empty. On top of that, I received a half-dozen […]
139. Thirty Square Feet
Mark Flowers was SCAD’s star professor in the mid-eighties. His style both as an artist and teacher was big and playful. Mark’s oversized canvases dominated the school’s gallery, and no professor’s style […]
Why It Matters 