“He looks like The Great Oz,” a friend wrote. I found this caricature while researching my house. Myers, the guy who built it, is in a balloon because he was a member of the Kansas City Aero Club. In his day, around the turn of the 20th century, flying was a dangerous, wacky hobby. Last […]
Read More BallooningSunday afternoon, I heard the garage door open, and went down to find some former tenants carrying stuff out. “Hey, what’s up?” “We’re just getting more of her stuff,” the guy said. “Oh,” I said. I gave him my look of complete dispassion, honed through years of giving students enough rope in case they want […]
Read More Cops and RobbersWhen we last left the mansion the score was: gas, on, furnace, blazing; water, off. Drought conditions continued to plague the carriage house. At times, they felt Biblical in proportion, although they were not. Friend of a friend (let’s call him FOF) came by with his helper. The door was locked. Could I zoom away […]
Read More Drought ConqueredI woke up this morning, remembered I still didn’t have water, and I wished I were Betty Draper. I imagined myself married to a rich man, rolling over and ringing the bell for the maid. But water would soon be restored! After three trips to the water department, I had paid the back bill my […]
Read More What The Ghost of George Myers Owes Me
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