Paint Dreams

Sept 24, 2014–I remember the year my dad took a painting class. It changed the way I looked at grownups. This happened around my fourth-grade year. My dad would have been in his early 40s then… a very old person in my worldview. At dinner one evening, he...

Where have all the paperboys gone?

Sept 3, 2014–I heard a piece on radio recently about “the last paperboy.” Some small town in the Midwest still uses paperboys to deliver the daily editions. It stirred ink-stained memories, so I dug through boxes and found my canvas newspaper bag, my collection book,...

Star Trek: The Voyage Home

Aug 13, 2014–When I played in a band at a bar in Riverside, Iowa, Earth, in the mid-20th century, I wish I’d known I was standing in the very room where Captain James T. Kirk would be conceived 250 years in the future. I would have drunk a toast of Talaxian champagne....

Don’t R.S.V.P.

Aug 6, 2014– I hate parties. More accurately, I hate the concept of parties. You go to a place you don’t want to be; to eat food you don’t like; with people you don’t want to talk to. Being at a party makes me feel as if I am performing. You are carrying on a...