One Creative, One Blossom, One Night

Jenni and I joyfully stepped out of the house at twenty past seven for her afternoon walk (kudos to Jenni's plumbing!). By that hour it was already dark but for the jostling tree canopy's flash bulb burst of the city's ghoulish orange tints. Our neighborhood Edgewater, enjoys its gentrification's hushed family sounds which escape their … Continue reading One Creative, One Blossom, One Night

There’s Cold and then there’s Cold!

THERE'S COLD . . . Cold cream, the cold shoulder, cold as ice, having a cold, Cold War, stone-cold dead, cold sores, knocked-out cold, cold (sexual disinterest), cold feet, cold turkey, cold water man (a Scot that doesn't drink alcohol), cold cuts, cold storage, catch a cold, "...has a cold..." (politician, diplomat, or executive is … Continue reading There’s Cold and then there’s Cold!

Nothing More, Nothing Less

Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been.” ― Kurt Vonnegut My regret, as it relates to an incident which first occurred forty-five years ago, is a testament to the idiom, "What goes around, comes around." It suggests that my intermittent regret is atonement for the pleasure discovered … Continue reading Nothing More, Nothing Less

This Christmas, He Gave Me A Look From Outside, Inside.

"Surprise!"  is what I used to say, years ago, early on in our twenty-eight year relationship.  Back when we hadn't really yet learned each other's tastes (or better, tolerances).  Fifteen years ago I'd stand there, his gift balanced by my sweaty hands, my nerves knotted and twisted like the Strangler Fig tree, praying for his … Continue reading This Christmas, He Gave Me A Look From Outside, Inside.

Finally Understanding Life As Mani A.

I first met Mani A. a few months after my father died when I was fifteen.  He appeared from around a blind corner where Wong-Su restaurant and Teddy's Tavern meet like a knife's edge.  He was a restless, sinewy, no-nonsense blond wearing his older-brother's-hand-me-downs.  I apologized and excused myself immediately, but he roared to life … Continue reading Finally Understanding Life As Mani A.

Life: A la Carte or Prix Fixe?

I live life à la carte; by à la carte I mean by choice, especially my choice.  My brother for instance, abdicated his causative influence on life, and welcomes whatever life serves at whatever life costs.  In other words I enjoy the risk of tasting uncertainty while my brother prefers a routine cuisine. When life is à la carte you … Continue reading Life: A la Carte or Prix Fixe?