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Home From the Sea
HOME FROM THE SEA“I’d recognize that grin,” my Dad said. The deckle-edged photograph showed a man in a t-shirt, dungarees wearing a sailor hat pushed forward over his brow. The cigarette dangling from his mouth obviously burned his eyes. The grin was a ‘go-to-helwww.onedoor.ccl’ smile as far as I was concerned.“When do you figure that was taken?”Dad continued to look through the maze of stuff in the foot locker opened before us. The picture had fallen from a photo album that had been atop the remainder. “No way of telling from the picture. I doubt Uncle Bill put a date on it,” he said, turning the photo ove...
The Lucky One
The Lucky OneRunning down the concourse to the gate I was out of breath. My shoulders hurt. I was hot. I was wearing my winter coat because it would not fit in my red roll aboard. The coat was a sail catching the wind, holding me back, slowing me down. I could feel my face and ears turning red as I sprinted. I really needed to stop and pee but every woman’s room I passed had a line coming out of the door. I told myself, “I’ll go on the plane.”The airline representative saw me coming to the gate. I saw him pick up the microphone, say something, then set it back on the desk. He opened the close...
It's Hard To Take The Mask Off
He could taste the salty blood as he lifted his fit but large frame from off the ropes in the corner of the ring and shake his arms about, trying to get the strength he needed to finish his opponent off. His legs felt like jelly but taking a few deep breaths while the referee held his opponent back he got a second wind and knew what he would do. Dancing around on tiptoes like a nimble gymnast he went in hard with an uppercut to the right side of the other guys face. He could tell that it was a perfect punch, it felt smooth on his glove and the tall Afro American suddenly collapsed like a sack ...
The day David Bowie died
On the day David Bowie died, Ziggy and I rode to Stone Beach to watch the Geminid meteor showers. I must say the news shook us badly. Bowie, dead? It could not be true. David was special, in a kind of other worldly way, so I guess we’d grown to believe that earthly laws of physics and biology did not apply to him. Turn out we were wrong. Janine sniffled about it all day. I wouldn’t have minded a bit of a cry myself, but I was too numb for it. Ziggy took it hard. He kept saying how unfair it was that on the day Bowie passed away Rupert Murdoch was getting engaged to Jerry Hall. Murdoch is like,...