Archive for September 2007
And She Was
I recently heard a Jerry Seinfeld routine in which he suggested that the average adult man’s fashion taste freezes on whatever he was wearing in his last great year. Which is why I’m still walking around in the same Chuck Taylor’s I wore in high school. There’s a fair argument that says the same theory…
Read MoreHigh School Musical
“Listen,” I said, “you’re an exotic dancer, and I’m a guy whose hero is Mister Rogers. That ought to suggest to you that this isn’t gonna’ end up like it usually does.” I’ve blundered into some unusual experiences in my life, but this one took the cake. In the end, I would have been better…
Read MoreAlive In The Superunknown
I woke the same as any other day except a voice was in my head. The Las Vegas Strip might be one of the sketchier spots on Earth at six in the morning. I’ve run it all week long, each day driving me one step closer to despair. This morning led me past Hollywood, Cairo,…
Read MoreBouncing Off A Satellite
The last twenty-four hours have been a study in contrasts. Tuesday night, I woke to the sound of crickets, wind, and waves. This morning, I woke to the sound of air horns, sirens, and traffic. Wednesday morning, I jogged past modest, gray clapboard houses on a sparkling Madaket Bay. This morning, I jogged past multi-million…
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