You waste a lot of time as you finish up writing a book… and unfortunately it comes at a time when there’s not a moment to spare. It’s frustrating. It bogs you down and saps your strength, but it seems to be an inevitable part of the process.
Writing a book is rather like moving. At first, everything is easy and predictable: you wrap the dishes and glassware in newspapers, take the books down off the shelf and throw the contents your dresser drawers into boxes neatly labeled…Continue
The ancient and honorable art of throwing things has reached an apex of perfection in modern baseball. Humans have learned to take a perfect sphere with an imperfect c0ver and launch it with pin-point accuracy from as far away as 400 feet and at speeds approaching 100 mph. These human hurlers, “fielders” and “pitchers” they are called, curl into perfect tightened coils and then unleash themselves in a series of precisely timed arcs: foot kicks off… leg uncoils… hips rotate… foot comes…Continue
I am awash in grease and I stink of whiskey and chicken.
As has become my custom this summer, I have come to this local watering hole for Friday Happy Hour where drinks are half-off and an endless stream of chicken wings are free and all-you-can-eat. That’s right, I can come in here and get a cold beer, three shots of whiskey, a butt-load of chicken (tonight I had 28 wings… that’s 14 chickens!), throw a $20 on the bar, leave a tip and still walk out the door with at least $5…Continue
A good friend of mine called from far away to say that she had a dream about me recently. She told me that I died in her dream and she was very sad.
“It was in the winter,” she said. “You were sixty-two.”
“That would be this winter,” I said, “the one coming up.”
“Yes, I suppose,” she replied, “it was cold and grey and someone called me to say that they heard that you were dead. It was such a surprise. It was from natural causes… I think it was a heart…Continue