Tag Archives: memory

Cries From the Ground

Beaver Cleaver he don’t live here anymore. He used to. Back before my time. Back before Ed Sanders moved to New York City and formed the Fugs. Back when people of color kept to their own neighborhoods and their own … Continue reading

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Yes, Santa Claus

I grew up celebrating the typical White Christmas. By which I mean the 20th Century American Middle-Class White Christmas. The Christmas Celebrated in Story & Song. It was the Christmas of Santa’s workshop bounty, gaily wrapped and pouring out across … Continue reading

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Chasing Zephyr

Some parents use television sets as a babysitter. My mother used books. Some stolen seconds between changing the baby’s diaper and washing the laundry and scrubbing the toilet and fixing the dinner and sweeping the floors, folding clothes, and mopping, … Continue reading

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Wonders to Perform

If it weren’t for marijuana you wouldn’t be here. I know I’ve told you your mother and I met when a mutual friend cast her in a one-act he directed for his senior project. It was fall 1978. We were … Continue reading

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Unafraid of the Ball

Wednesday evening, watching my hometown Kansas City Royals’ road game against Cincinnati, I saw something I had never seen before. In the bottom of the 5th, with bases loaded, Cinci’s Jay Bruce popped up a hit that prompted the umpire … Continue reading

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Empress of the Winkies

“We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” She said offhand while looking out Her penthouse view of Emerald City, Plush pillows puffed around her And her little dog, to whom she Addressed droll commentary With a slow rotation of her right … Continue reading

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Spreading the Minotaur

The Gypsy called with a question sparked by her Classical Studies class. My family thinks I am a font of worthless knowledge. Mainly because I am a font of worthless knowledge. The joke is I’ve “won” roughly $10 million on … Continue reading

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