The guy at the register seemed excited to practice his English so I dropped any pretense of having worked on my French. He smiled and handed me my change, 37.20 from a 50, the last of the twelve I’d withdrawn from an ATM in Le Havre 9 days ago. His […]
I walked away. I’ve been doing this more often of late. Leaving my family on a park bench in Bar Harbor’s bucolic Village Green, with ice cream cones in hand, I set off down Albert Meadow in search of two scoops of private tranquility, away from the sound of other people’s […]
Nobody would’ve had him in their hideous death pool for he was brazen and bold, unabashedly unorthodox, and achieved fame on his own terms. He was punk rock. He had overcome his demons, earning streetcred by dashing through the mist left by the ghosts of poor choices. He was in […]
I was the over-sized cargo shorts in the back row, on the aisle. I was the Fidel Castro shirt-jacket, pressed up tightly against the wall, eyes closed, mouthing every word. I apologize for playing so much air bass guitar, and so flamboyantly. I couldn’t help myself. I was the shaggy […]
