When I was a preschooler I passed hours with my father’s stacks of 45’s, playing with them as much as playing them. I loved the exotic labels — Swan, Roulette, Dot, obscure […]
138. Lifestyles of the Fresh and Fly
137. How Can We Dance When Our Earth is Turning?
Summer ended and I returned to SCAD. Jody postponed her New York move for a few months and came with me. So did Jarod, my old cycling buddy and roommate, and his […]
136. Mirror in the Bathroom, Please Talk to Me
Jody and I spent every spare minute together, and there were a lot of those now that I was unemployed. I introduced her to Dawg Gone, and we spent our nights there […]
135. Down Goes Frazier
We gathered at my aunt’s house, just as my mother’s side of the family always had. My older cousins now had children of their own, a new generation to slide down the […]
134. If I Worked My Hands in Wood, Would You Still Love Me?
The last time that we visited Colorado was a few years earlier in response to one of my grandfather’s “I’ll be gone soon” bouts of melancholy. My father had no patience for […]
133. I’ll Meet You Any Time You Want in Our Italian Restaurant
I waited a few days to call the number that she gave me. Whether I wanted to seem less eager or simply didn’t want to find out it was a fake number […]
132. Out to the Air Above
I wrote the following piece of thinly veiled fiction almost twenty years ago. If I ever submitted it anywhere it was never accepted, and you’ll understand why when you read it. I […]
131. I’ll Take You Where You Really Need to Be
Where were you on July 16,1986? My parents generation knew their whereabouts when Kennedy was shot or Neil Armstrong first stepped onto the lunar surface and declared it too dusty for a […]
130. Water Was Running, Children Were Running
That summer I went home to Boiling Springs, and Lee G. and I took jobs at Mr. T’s Fireworks -N- Peaches. That previous sentence is uniquely Southern and probably benefits from a […]
129. Count Your Coins and Throw Them Over My Shoulder
Savannah was fucking hot, and I was even fucking-ier poor. Unless I could bum a meal off another SCADdy, I was down to eating peanut butter because it was all I had, […]
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