YOU TAKE A PAIR OF TIGHTS |
and cut two holes for arms just below the waistband, and you have a superhero costume. Black was William's favorite color. All he had to do was add a bath towel for a cape and voila. ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 11:57:00 GMT |
I TAKE THE ALLSTON / CAMBRIDGE EXIT |
and find myself in a stream of traffic which I follow to Memorial Drive. Even though the sun is down, everything still looks familiar. This is my city, after all. This is how Memorial Drive curves aro...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 12:09:00 GMT |
I’M TAKING A SEAT IN LUCY’S ROOM WHEN I SEE THE SCRIBBLED WORDS TAPED TO HER WALL. |
"What's this?" I say. "What?" says Lucy. "This poem," I say. "It's not a poem," she says. "It's a song. It didn't turn out right." I take my time reading Lucy's song. "In Lov...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 08:03:00 GMT |
FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS, THE VAST MAJORITY OF EARTHS POPULATION LIVED IN ABJECT POVERTY. |
You had your hunters and gatherers. Your surfs. Your slaves. And then you had your very occasional czar. Or king. Or emperor. The system worked pretty well. For the czars and kings and emperors. But n...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 09:08:00 GMT |
THE MONARCH BUTTERFLY COLLIDES WITH MY WINDSHIELD |
shortly after I slow down to let the Harley guys into traffic. It gets tangled up in my driver's-side wiper blade. Its wings flatten against my windshield as I accelerate. I consider flipping my wiper...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 12:25:00 GMT |
KELLY MCCAULIFF HAD MONEY. |
And she had friends. And she had a party. Everyone came. The cheerleaders. The jocks. The freaks. My brother Dave. Dave had a great time. He showed everyone how he could drink scotch. He cou...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 07:55:00 GMT |
"LONGTIME HOME OF ROLLING ROCK BEER," SAYS CHARLES. |
"How about Latrobe?" says Rich. "Oh," says Charles, as he fills it in. "That works." "Bizarre facts," says Charles. "How about Ripleys?" says Rich. And so it goes. Charles and Rich come to ...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 06:14:00 GMT |
"SO," SAYS DEB, "WHAT DID YOUR BROTHER HAVE TO SAY?" |
I think for a few moments. "Nothing," I say. "You were on the phone for a half hour," she says. "He must have said something." "Nope," I say. "Not really." "How's Kate?" "Good. I guess. We ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 04:47:00 GMT |
SPEEDY GREW UP IN EAST SAINT LOUIS. |
&...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 17:56:00 GMT |
Dale was the manager of the Menard store. |
The day after Christmas, his wife was killed in a head-on collision with a pickup truck. His daughter was also in the car. She's still in a coma. The teenage girl who was driving the truck crossed the...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 11:20:00 GMT |
