Monthly Archives: December 2014

Bumps wait where black pavement ends, rattling the bicycle, beginning shadowed, tan gravel-with holes to dodge- pale stones squirted and piled in pinched rows on the road’s edges by occasional passing cars’ tires. No neighbors for the next mile, the dirty road is inviting – a doorway of sorts; the first edges of home. MoonlightContinue reading “Bumped”

In the movie Back to the Future Marty McFly returned to Hill Valley. The year was 1955. The minimum wage increased from $.75 to $1.00/hour, while General Motors reported the first annual profit of over one billion. A Brockton, Massachusetts boxer, Rocky Marciano, won the Heavy weight title, and Bill Russell began a run ofContinue reading “1955”

Picking up a bat had always held a special pleasure. Part of the magic of baseball was waiting in the on deck circle, groping through the pile of available lumber, hefting several 32 and 34 inchers, absorbing the handle’s girth and smoothness that must fit your hands just right, testing the dynamics with a practiceContinue reading “Bats”

Late afternoon, pedaling two miles on a sparkling three-speed Schwinn. Up all the way. Catching breath crossing the long plateau before the two mile lazy coast down the back side of Bear Hill. In the center of town, gliding to a stop a world away from the road, on the edge of an empty field.Continue reading “Seven Innings”

You believe this guy? I know.That was scary. I never seen that many people in Central Park before. You? No. Unreal. He’s like a damn cult hero. Play the video. I want to watch it again. Ev’rybody’s talking about Revolution, evolution, masturbation, Flagellation, regulation, integrations, Meditations, United Nations, Congratulations. So what the fuck is that?Continue reading “This Guy”