So, what shall we discuss on this elegant and wondrous Sunday morning? The chaos of the world? Poison gas in Mosul? The potential pillaging of protected national parks? The brooding divide among humans both nationally and globally? The fear of growing disdain for civil liberties? Alternative facts? The crime that is putting ketchup on a…
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Thousand Dollar Boxes
It was a bad idea. A fool’s errand. A sign of our growing complacency. All ego. We should not have gone that far in. Should have just stayed home. But we didn’t. Everything near the outskirts was scrapped. Nothing much left close to the river. Anything else of value gone for about ten blocks in…
The Parting Glass
Maybe I should have slept with her. The thought crept up on me at the funeral. The burial, specifically. The only part I attended. It was probably the right thing to do.
Overnights
You weren’t supposed to sleep on the bus. Most everyone did anyway. All you had to do was turn the radio up just about as loud as it would go. You would know that they were calling you because of the tone. A special and specific beep. Just for us. The sound was plenty loud…
The Veracious Facade 