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 […]
9. The Cutout Bin
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 […]
1. The Mamas, The Papas, and The Grandpas
My grandfather participated in the liberation of Mauthausen concentration camp. I don’t know much more about this than what I’ve gleaned from a briefcase full of faded photographs that surfaced after he […]
The End of Music
I have been turning this question over in my mind for years: How can the music industry be dead? I don’t want to bother with the details — there are Google-a-plenty details […]
Why It Matters 