When you are on lockdown half a block from a murder, and later are told you probably know the shooter personally, it’s a bad week. When you are told the person who’s probably the shooter but who really knows has said he is so sorry, that is the next week, and it ain’t great, either. […]
Read More Toil and TroubleI don’t want to know the future, yet I stop at Zoltar’s machine every time I visit Coney Island. It’s been a while. I still have all my fortunes in a decorated matchbox, in case I need to consult them. It’s part of my fascination with animatronics, robots intended for fun, and the whole Pygmalion […]
Read More Zoltar, Who Isn’t RealDolly Parton died, and damnit, why? Today, the day after she died, I put on the important songs for my first hour class to listen to. My assistant and I talked about how great she was, after he had reminded me about “Islands in the Stream,” which I can’t believe I forgot. It was day […]
Read More Eagle When She FliesLast time I went to Abilene, I cried. This was an accomplishment. Middle aged me can rarely cry. This time, I had a panic attack over a grilled cheese sandwich. Ha! In the Eisenhower chapel, the famous couple is buried along with their child who died long before they did. I sat and read about […]
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