Dan was a friend of a friend, my long-haired friend who played electric bass. He didn’t just have long hair, he had Heavy Metal long hair: wild, dreading in places, unkempt. His hair drew long looks in public, in our… Read More ›
Pittsburgh
The South Side
Blanche told Shana she could fire a tiny laser beam from her fingertips if she pressed her palms together and focused, just right. If she were to fire a laser beam, it would be at TED, the unofficial mayor of… Read More ›
Cover Letter
I started in coffee 20 years ago at a small shop called Analysa’s HavaJava. It was the only café in town. I said to the owner, I like it here. Are you hiring? I learned the ropes with the espresso… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 