Fifteen years old. In South Carolina at that time fifteen meant that I could drive a car. I could get a job, too. I could make my own money to go anywhere […]
46. Shake the Dust Off Of Your Wings and the Tears Out Of Your Eyes
45. As Deep As Any Ocean, As Sweet As Any Harmony
I don’t know why my mother thought that I would enjoy Summer Science Camp, but it meant two weeks living in the Clemson University dorms so I was game. She dropped me […]
44. Won’t You Help Me Girl Just As Soon As You Can?
“Without a soundtrack, human interaction is meaningless.” – Chuck Klosterman Breakups are always difficult. It doesn’t matter if one is fifteen of fifty, whether you are the dumper or the dumpee, have been […]
43. A One-Way Ticket, Only One Way To Go
Foreigner is one of those tragic victims of the Keyboard Eighties. Why so many Sixties and Seventies survivors felt the need to change what worked for them escapes me. I blame some […]
Notes From A Public Reading
Savannah College of Art and Design, 1987: My final project for drawing class is four feet by ten feet on board, a beast of a thing. I get to class very early […]
42. Changes Aren’t Permanent (But Change Is)
Ninth grade was a very strange time. I was a member of The Guys In Black Tee Shirts Who Jam, but I wasn’t hardcore enough for Prevo, or prevocational school. I played […]
41. We Rock At Dawn On the Front Line
I didn’t ride my bicycle to school everyday. If Melody had something to do after school or I was running late I took the bus. The characters had changed since I was […]
40. To Learn How To Love And Forget How To Hate
During the summer after eighth grade we spent a week at Disney World in Florida. My father bought some sort of package deal that included a campsite, park tickets, and three meals […]
Warrant’s Lead Singer Dies
I lived within walking distance of the famous Sunset Strip at the tail end of the Hair Metal Eighties. This should have been a huge thrill for me, but I wasn’t a […]
39. That Sleepwalk Should Be Over By Now
My first bicycle was a sixth birthday present: A blue Montgomery Ward knockoff of a Schwinn Stingray; sissy bar and ape hanger handlebars; a black banana seat with a white racing stripe. […]
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