It is Independence Day. There is red, white and blue bunting hung from porches and windows. The air has the scent of smoke; it’s there in the background but always present. You almost don’t notice it...
A long time ago, way back in college, I had an apartment two blocks off Height Street in San Francisco. It was a nondescript thing just a box on the third floor where the “rooms” were defined by how you [...]
The past is not romantic. It is not an adventure. It is not a drama. It is neither a comedy nor tragedy. It is not a movie. It is not any of these things. But memory cheats. Memory will take fragments [...]
Sixteen. Sixteen was a good year. Oh, to be sure it was a year of fear and social awkwardness. A year I spent the majority of the time confused and unaware of my surroundings and my place in them. But [...]
I am driving home from work in the rain. The traffic is heavy and I am upset. Not at anything in particular, just a strange combination of angry-sad, non-focused malaise. I have a feeling of something wrong, there is something [...]
Once, a long time ago, I stood in the sky far above the world. The observation deck of the World Trade Center was more than 1000 feet high. The windows were wide, floor to ceiling glass. The first thing I [...]