She’s My Cocaine
I am occasionally reminded more or less forcibly why I can never be a critic. I like things. I can be a fan, a gushy fan even. But I can’t quibble the wa...
I am occasionally reminded more or less forcibly why I can never be a critic. I like things. I can be a fan, a gushy fan even. But I can’t quibble the wa...
What is it about the human mind that it is so prone to involuntary fixation? I do not know that I am more susceptible to this affliction than my fellow...
The turkeys. The turkeys are gobbling something fierce this morning. Up in the narrow strip of woods between the urban highway I walk along and the upscale...
Discarded scraps of life are thick on the ground in a city of this size. Most of the time these are simply the empty fast food cartons and used prophylac...
We don’t talk about wrights much anymore, about makers. Lampwrights, wheelwrights, and certainly wainwrights seldom appear in everyday conversation...