It’s cold here in Casper. I have hot cider. It seemed correct to start with a Robert Burns line, then. But the Burns line is purposeful in that I have reached what I consider to be a rare thing: the place of being finished with a story. I have many times had stories be finished … More "Ae fond kiss, and then we sever": When is a story done?
I’ll start this with a confession that Warren G’s Regulate…G Funk Era was definitely the first album my parents banned me from listening to. That didn’t happen very often, as my parents didn’t listen to enough music to know what we were listening to (they objected also to Nirvana’s In Utero, but only because of the … More Relegateds, Mount Up
The story begins on a disappointing note. I got back my bicycle, and it functions now, but I never got the diagnostic I hoped for. It did take an extra five days to get it back at all–without explanation–and so I explain it by imagining all of the repair folks saying, “No, you touch it” … More The Bicycle Repair Shop Can Only Fix the Bike (The Bicycle Elegies, Part II)