Memoir

Window of opportunity

11 September 2011

In May of 1998 I made my first trip to NYC, in the company of my friend, Diana. It was a very short trip, just a couple of days, so there wasn’t time to see much more than a couple of landmarks. I fought my acrophobia enough to go to the observation deck of the Empire State [...]

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Found Notes on Hurricane Andrew

17 August 2011

I was living with my wife in a Plantation apartment when Hurricane Andrew struck. I believe it was Marie’s first hurricane, and while I had been through several tropical storms during my twenty-two years in South Florida, it might as well have been my first, too. This comes to mind because I recently discovered a [...]

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Now Face North

1 August 2011

“Everybody complains about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.” It is time I did something.

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Waiting Room

11 April 2011

“That isn’t an option. This is very serious. Without treatment you will die.”

I was perfectly calm. I may have even smiled. “I am uninsured and unemployed. I will not saddle myself with debt. I do not accept this treatment.”

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Gifts

20 December 2010

[This story originally appeared on December 25, 2009. Consider it a Hidden City Holiday Classic, if you will.] I was up late again, sitting at the computer trying to get some writing done until long after midnight. I was having a little trouble with my focus. The ideas just weren’t coming to me, probably because [...]

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Grey Wisdom

9 October 2010

A short conversation with two cats.

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Why Hallowe’en?

2 October 2010

“Hallowe’en is my most important holiday. I am not a pagan, born-again or otherwise, although I have nothing against members of those ancient and venerable (or new-age and invented) orders. However, my sentiment has nothing to do with any religion, organized or not, so we can safely leave those discussions out of this particular story. No, my love of All Hallows Eve is a little more personal.” [First published in Ambergris From Leviathan Hallowe'en Special, October 1989]

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Savior

2 September 2010

“I want to save the world, but sometimes the world doesn’t want to be saved.”

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Tumbling

30 July 2010

“When I was a child my grandfather had a rock tumbler.”

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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

30 April 2010

“In Shakespeare they are utterly lacking in distinguishing characteristics, serving more as a plot mechanism than as living characters. They come on stage, advance the plot a bit, are cruelly used by Hamlet, and then sent away to die.”

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