It’s amazing how many rituals we participate in without realizing it.
It’s that time of year again when we pack up the station wagon and return to the nest.
Spring is the bee’s knees, and not just
While you’re reading this, I’m sitting stiffly in my Sunday clothes, paying my respects to a lost friend. Too soon, too soon.
Dreams are perhaps second only to love as lyrics topics.
Between this week’s memoir piece, my mother’s illness, and my ever-present awareness that I’m falling apart, death has been on my mind a lot lately. There’s nothing I hate more than going […]
My DJ buddy Falcon did a weekly one hour late night show built around a theme, basically “Deep Cuts” but on the radio. He was kicking around the store one day, complaining […]
(Last week Adrian shared the story of a mysterious benefactor who donated to him a harp guitar. We pick up the conversation in progress, Hamburger Patty’s cheesy dance music in the background […]
It’s time to leave South Carolina: past time, probably. For the last two years you’ve been reading true tales of liquor, lust, and primer-gray Camaros. You are a patient lot. I can’t […]
Third period, art. The only place in that horrible school where I wasn’t a pariah. Art classes tend to attract an interesting mix of students. We had the Easy A’s, the Very […]