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Chicago — Part Four
Part one. Part two. Part three. “Who me?” I shrugged and pretended to wipe a piece of lint off my shirt. “Never.” We presented ourselves to Rabbi Saltzman. The pinch hitter sent up by the Padres to hit for their … Continue reading
Chicago — Part Three
Part one. Part two. Chicago stood up and stepped away from her bar stool, tugging and straightening her skirt. “Come here,” she said, beckoning me with a finger, the twinkle in her eye aflame. I stood and approached her. “Closer,” … Continue reading
Chicago — Part Two
Part one. Thing #1. I worked in compliance for a tech company in Seattle. I had some options if things worked out, as they seemed to be, in a little over a year, when those options vested, I’d be the … Continue reading
Chicago, An Unusual Love Story (Part One)
There’s this unwritten but somewhat formal rule about the length of posts. It’s kind of like the old line from the movie The Big Chill, in which Jeff Goldblum plays a writer for People magazine and acknowledges that one of … Continue reading
Chicago — A Different Take
As I struggle with my writing, my unusual love story has taken its time. It has grown since that posted sample. To something beyond 3,000 words and the place where a critical decision must be made. I’ve struggled over the … Continue reading
Chicago — An Unusual Love Story
My last couple of posts have dealt with a flash in my head that made me want to write a story. Unlike the many short stories I have written in the past where I generally write them in a few … Continue reading
A Carny Lesson
This is the third story in a connected series of stories I’m working on. Story one. Story two. Story three: I was married once. It was a carny wedding down in Gibtown. I was with the O’Sullivan Boys then. Had … Continue reading
Griswold
The thing was this. I wasn’t gonna have no damn mulatto baby running around my carnival. It made no never mind to me that the boy was sprinklin’ the sheets with Katie. Long as he kept it straight during the … Continue reading
A Delayed Omen
Back in March I wrote about my visit to the Cosumnes River Preserve. While there, I met a few white herons — a creature that plays a critical role in one of my works in progress — The Irrepairable Past. I … Continue reading
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