By the time we settled in South Carolina I had embraced fully my outsiderness. This is not to say that I didn’t want to make friends; rather, it’s more akin to a […]
12. Does Anybody Want To Get Mellow?
11. Hey It’s Good To Be Back Home Again
Finding a road into South Carolina has been tough. It should not be so difficult. The interstate medians are wide there, and the traffic is light. But those are the wrong roads, […]
10. Loose Nut
Henry Rollins is right. I should end this post right there, but that would be nowhere near narcissistic enough. Over the past week I’ve been reading Smile, You’re Traveling, which is probably […]
9. The Cutout Bin
Texas was a blessedly short adventure. We were only there for nine months or so before my father took a job in South Carolina and we were off again. Not much grows […]
8. You Can Check Out Any Time You Like
Shortly after Independence Day 1976, we moved to Texas and reunited with my father. A new state, a new town, a new school. It didn’t take long to meet all of the […]
7. Your Dreams Were Your Ticket Out
After my father left we moved again, this time to a small rental home not too far from our old neighborhood. I didn’t have any interest in another round of fights just […]
6. Just For One Day
Life continued in the Chicago suburbs. My baseball skills improved, and I started holding my own in fights. I made a best buddy. We’d play Evel Knievel and Hot Wheels and listen […]
5. Show Me the Way
Manilow Madness aside, I did my best to be the manly son my father wanted. I joined the Cub Scouts. I played Little League and flag football. And the thing is I […]
4. My Dark Confession
I was hoping to never think about this, much less write about it. This is such a dark corner of my past that I’ve done my best to expurgate it from my […]
3. When Am I Gonna Come Down?
The Montgomery Ward Bargain Basement was a frequent destination in my early childhood. My father was a repairman for Wards at the time – one of those guys who drove a van, […]
