Six of us, eight bottles of wine, family-style Italian. I made a U-turn up 35th to end the night, and slept in Mike’s basement. Although I lived in his basement for a month 12 years ago, I don’t sleep right… Read More ›
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Paperboy
Is the paperboy dead? Here is one part of my life which is being carried out to sea by history. In the early 80s, I made a couple thousand dollars delivering newspapers. It taught me to set my alarm, be… Read More ›
9.04″
We got over nine inches of rain in November here. Today, at 3:30 p.m. the sun was just two fingers away from the horizon. On the ride in this morning, NPR ran a story about a 15 year-old girl who… Read More ›
Deus Does Not Exist
Dick ruined my birthday the year we had to take him into the ER for brain problems. Dawn said she got to the house and it was dark, but her dad was standing there in the hallway leading down to… Read More ›
Back to Work
The week started with a blow-out on I-90. Unless it’s a sale, “blow-out” is not a good word. It can also refer to diapers. I got going in the dark, wind, and rain at 6:15 a.m., hoping to get a… Read More ›
All Summer In A Day
This was a Ray Bradbury story we read in grade school. I think the theme of the story is the infinite cruelty in man, specifically, children. It takes place on a planet where the sun only comes out once every… Read More ›
You Don’t Have To Go Away To Go Somewhere
That’s easy to say after four months off. We’ve been given the gift of zen and insight now, without the distraction of work. The mind requires a certain about of stress though, and fabricates its own if you don’t feed… Read More ›
White Space
I got my foot stuck on the baby gate earlier this week and went down on my side, yielding a bruise the size of a small country. It is hard being empathetic: while it gives you the appearance of emotional… Read More ›
Famous Last Words
My mom’s older brother Dave had a dream the night before my grandfather died. In the dream his sister, who had died from a heartattack, was in a car trying to warn Dave about something. Dave contacted the family the… Read More ›
The Stars Are Projectors
Tomorrow we fly to Dublin, then drive across the island to Ballyvaughan, Burren. We chose not to make hotel reservations for most of our stay, so we can be flexible and stop wherever we want. We’ll be driving stick, on… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 