Skyboys_Sal's Paradise Cafe_Bread Becomes Flesh_The Photographs of Me
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Skyboys
A selfish man protects himself; a selfless man protects himself so he can protect those he loves.The gusty wind and dizzying views found 1,100 feet above the ground would make most men nervous. But the Skyboys were used to it. To them, working with and walking on steel girders nearly a quarter mile up in the air was child’s play. In fact, the Skyboys, as they later became known, made light of the danger they were in 12 hours a day. There were no safety harnesses. There were no hard hats. There were no guarantees. All there was was the job.In August of 1930, the steel frame of the Empire State ...
Sal's Paradise Cafe
I first met Dean at Sal's Paradise Cafe, the local diner, in what was the closest thing to a skid row as there was in those parts. I had more time than money on my hands, so I was nursing a tepid cup of coffee and pretending to read the tattered travel guide I'd been carrying around for years when he walked in and took the seat next to me. Carla, the waitress, took a halfhearted swipe of the counter in front of him with a damp rag and put down a paper place mat with a cartoon map of the neighborhood and list of local businesses around the edges, most of which were defunct. Places didn't stay o...
Bread Becomes Flesh
The chair ground sharply, whining, screeching against the red-tiled floor of the Cassandra Inn as Gregor pulled it away from the small bleakwood square of their table. He bowed gallantly and offered her the seat with a sweep of his long arms. Judy gritted her teeth and shuddered as her date offered her the chair. Gregor knew it would bother her. He’d done it on purpose, the cad. She smiled demurely and sat down, smoothing out her floral print blue dress with its blossoms of rose and mag and peach against her legs. She liked the way the cotton felt against her skin, cool on a hot summer day lik...
The Photographs of Mwww.onedoor.cce
Mother died over a month ago. It was time to clean out the house. The perfect home in which she and my father had raised six healthy and happy children, now sat empty. I was in the den when I started going through boxes of photographs. I got to a box that was smaller than the other boxes. Upon opening the box I discovered that it contained photographs, of me at about 2 years of age and younger. I turned over the first photo looking for a date and it said Emily Ann. That was not my name. How strange I thought, this must have been a mistake. As I continued to look through the box of photographs...