Archive for March 2004
T-Shirt
I have something of a white T-shirt fetish. I sort through a pile of three or four dozen every morning, seeking the cleanest one. As the time since my last laundromat visit increases, the whiteness of my T-shirts decreases. Complicating matters worse, I’m the kind of guy who would rather buy new ones — Gap…
Read MoreKickin’ It
Yeah, that was me in line at the bank, grinning and rockin’ out to The Vines on my iPod. That was me talking about my teeth (“Would you like some candy with your movie?” she asked) at Blockbuster. That was me tellin’ the checkout girl at D’Agastino’s what a long day it had been. Yeah,…
Read MoreOlder Pages
I reached for an old journal — you know, the old-school, paper kind? — for a little help on tonight’s (this morning’s) post. I found the following scribbled in blue ink on a page dated Wednesday, March 4, 1998… “As I age, I wanna’ get better at letting go, not fighting the progress, the setbacks,…
Read MoreI Remember Everything
I am shaking my third martini of the evening. I washed down two Tylenol with codeine with my first. But do let me explain… I spent three hours — THREE HOURS — in the dentist’s chair today. Here I am fresh from three days in sunny Florida. Here I am wistfully recalling the moon reflected…
Read MoreLearning To Fly
Sitting outside Southwest Florida Regional Airport Terminal A watching the sun fall over the near-distant Gulf, a thought ran through my head: ‘I love airports.’ As suddenly as I heard that sentence in my head, I thought, ‘On the way down here you thought airports were the most lonesome places on earth.’ Could it be…
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