Going to Jail – Part 3
D. approaches me with the air of someone who has acclimated to the harsh boundaries that have redefined his life these nearly two decades behind razor wire and bars. A … Continue reading
What I Learned at Church Camp
In 1964 I spent the most extended stretch of time away from home in all of my eleven years on the planet. I was in pre-teen geeky prime. And a … Continue reading
Bert Sommer – Discovering Woodstock’s Lost Treasure
When you think about Woodstock, who comes to mind? Well, yes, the Who—and Jimi and Janis and Richie and Sly, Santana and Canned Heat and Arlo and . … Continue reading
Going to Jail – Part 2
A long, U-shaped table fills a room that is not too unlike my junior high school cafeteria in atmosphere, with one end connecting to where the prisoners will enter and … Continue reading
Going to Jail – Part 1
I wonder if they see me struggling. Inserting the same quarter into three, or four different lockers, I read and reread the same instructions inside each door. My summer purse … Continue reading
Brain Fjords
Some of the fissures in my aging brain are actually ever-widening fjords—none scenic—and all for sucking in whatever trivial factoid is just on the tip of my tongue, ready to … Continue reading
Darla’s Ashes
The four of us gathered at the river’s edge, and, each with a scoop of fine ash the color of an oyster shell, released Darla into the water. Her last … Continue reading
