When I was a kid, my mom would go on nightly walks around our neighborhood. Sometimes I’d go with her. We would talk, and I remember saying to her something like this: I think I’ll do some good stuff in this life if I live long enough. I was maybe 13 at the time, so … Continue reading On Getting Laid Off
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Dilapidations of Time
Lately I’m spending more and more time with objects from my family’s past. I have some beauties: my great grandpa’s razors, his money clip, his pipe collection, his Navy sea bag from WWI. I have a sleeve of shuttlecocks of unknown provenance, but certainly from my family, probably from Aunt Arleen, the amateur champion golfer … Continue reading Dilapidations of Time
THE OWL HEAD SHOE HORN 