Category archives: cogitations
Ulcerific
To those IRL (in real life), I’ve been gone two weeks. But to you, dear readers, I’ve been gone a whole month. My flight back to the doldrums was no cakewalk. 90 minutes aloft, in what resembled the agitating action… continue reading »
Terror twilight
You may want to skip this. Nobody likes hearing about dreams. I was living in something approximating the offspring of a mobile home and a house tent. Warnings of a dire storm had me battening down the hatches, zipping any… continue reading »
Here goes nothing
I‘m going to tell you that I’m in Wichita for the express purpose of attending my 10-year high school reunion. And you’re not going to believe me. I may have a screw loose. This is the whole enchilada; tailgating at… continue reading »
Dispatches from La Plata, Missouri
The train has stopped in rural Missouri, where cell phone reception covers the countryside like disintegrating tissue paper. In front of me, a woman is having a Sunday morning Baptist service with her cell phone. I’ve heard “Yes Lord” nearly… continue reading »
Let there be no doubt that I’m an old soul
Sometime in July… Hoagy Carmichael croons from my apartment like he hasn’t since the ’30s and ’40s. What prompted that? This McSweeney’s video mixing writing process with roasting beans. Our farmer’s market is hot – no, torrid – for a… continue reading »