Homeward bound and gagged
Every time I go back to St. Louis, where I was born and raised, I’m flooded with a complex swell of emotions. This might happen to everyone who leaves a … Continue reading
The color of memory
I don’t know what it is about color photos that makes the past seem more legitimate thank black-and-whites, but there’s definitely a difference. A couple of years ago I wrote … Continue reading
Burnin’ down the house
It’s a strange feeling to know that a house you’re intimately familiar with has burned to the ground. The one I’m thinking of now just got destroyed by the North … Continue reading
Awkward miscommunications of the past (cont’d.)
I was out walking around the neighborhood one evening with this girl, Nancy, I wanted to have a relationship with because she was into classical music and Osmiroid pens, and … Continue reading
Yes, I remember it well … 😍
We found the rest of our lives there, We finally found the rest of our lives. Gosh, it was just twenty-eight years ago today that I met my wife. … Continue reading
I gotta right to sing the Blues ♪🏒🥅🏆
If you’re a typical American, you probably didn’t notice that the St. Louis Blues won the Stanley Cup last Wednesday night. They beat the Boston Bruins, one of the original … Continue reading
Birthday boy
Today is the 61st birthday of an old friend of mine, though I haven’t seen him in thirty years. He was my best friend in those crucial years from eighth … Continue reading
Decembrance
And then there was our good friend, Dan, who died of AIDS in 1995. I think of him every year as the calendar creeps through December, since he died in … Continue reading
Know your place …
Place names the place. A nod to Proust, but when you read it as a statement it says that places name themselves. Maybe that’s true a lot of the time. … Continue reading
Mistaken identity
I was minding my own business, emerging from my apartment in St. Louis’s hip Central West End, when, just as I was stepping off the curb to jaywalk over to … Continue reading
