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Recent blog posts are linked at the bottom of the page, where seldom is heard a discouraging word about best practices or leveraging synergies. Not that I oppose such things necessarily. Live and let live, I say. Or leverage. Whichever.
The middling resume and the empty guest register tell a story at odds with the inner monologue. “Yet the ego is indestructible,” he says. “They’ll put my body in a box one day and put that box in the ground, but my ego will claw its undead ass right back out again.” “Like the godless […]
“I’m just waiting to die,” she says, and not for the first time. “Me, too,” I say, and I tell her about the train station, its tiny platform, windswept, deserted, near the end of a line in rural Japan. Mount Fuji is in the distance, of course, snow-capped and posterized, exactly as Kawase Hasui would have […]
Sister Mary Emily was hot. On that point, every third grade boy at St. Anne’s School was agreed. All except Chris, who delighted in showing the rest of us his bare butt in the boy’s room, something to make us laugh, we thought. And laugh we did. She also was our youngest instructor by far, […]
May 13, 2017 I’m driving west out of Louisville on a bright, clear day. Driving with purpose, feeling productive, focused. The interstate is broad and smooth and relatively free of traffic, an easy upward grade. Miles behind me, a friend is setting out from the college where our presentation went well. He’s in his own car, traveling the same route. […]
The food at my favorite restaurant is forgettable. The service is friendly, yes, but no better than you’d expect at any family-owned meat-and-three. The location is inconvenient, the parking is crowded, the chairs have no cushions and the prices are higher than they ought to be. Yet I go. And I go. And I go, God help me, knowing […]
Smiling, his mother knelt outside his door to pray; then, with her “Amen,” pressed her lips to the bronze door-knob; and went silently to her own apartment. – Booth Tarkington, The Magnificent Ambersons, Chapter 13 My mother wasn’t quite as slavish as Isabel Minafer, and I wasn’t quite as self-absorbed as her son George, but one of my father’s favorite […]
As “Rocky Horror” has been to October for quite some time, so now is “Spring Awakening” to the merry month of May. Conversely, no theatre in its right mind would open “A Christmas Carol” on Independence Day, even if that weren’t the slot soon to be reserved for home-grown productions of “Hamilton” and likely to remain so […]
Yes, I grumble about the number of cyclists on the trail, but if being startled from time to time by less than polite Tour de France wannabes is the worst complaint I can muster, if their gaily-wrapped hindquarters are all that mar my view of the trees, I also know the prosecution’s case is weak. Not that I intend to […]