07:20 EST Harvard Square Station Cambridge, MA You join me on a familiar subway platform in the town I grew up in. It is familiar because I've… Read more "All Aboard"
For Part II, click here. Three and a half years later Particularly during the summer, western Washington is a very, very lovely place to be. Henry was… Read more "Things Left Behind [Part III]"
July 2013 Rome, Italy Sometime after dark I was abroad, on holiday, single — that last one is usually implied — and falling in love with a city…… Read more “Of Sirens, Real or Otherwise [Entry No. 2]: Roman Holiday”
It is not quite midnight on a midsummer weekend. Where or when are irrelevant, and thus undisclosed herein. Once having spotted her in the crowded, warmly lit Georgian foyer, he knew his fate…… Read more “Of Sirens, Real or Otherwise [Entry No. 1]: Smitten on Sight”
Everyone just called it “The Monkey”, because “The Pink Monkey Cabaret” was too generous a title to actually use in reference to what was essentially a border…… Read more “Strange Encounters at The Pink Monkey”
It was early in the morning, and she was several weeks late. You could see the faint hint of sunlight trying its hardest to break through the thick, grey cloud…… Read more “Quid Pro Quo”
The following is inspired by true events Dennis and Elliot stood at the corner of 86th and Lexington, waiting for the school bus in clothes that were much…… Read more “Autumn and Puberty in New York”
The simple truth is that unless you are a newborn or a neo-Nazi, it is very difficult to pull off the willfully shaven Caucasian cranium (and even in those…… Read more “Colored by Clarity”
My guess is she was attracted to my youth, or if not that, at least my notable absence of maturity. She was divorced, though I didn’t like defining her…… Read more “A Brief and Nurturing Affair”
Home for him lay well south of Heaven — closer to the border with Hell — or somewhere round Central Texas, morally speaking, that is. Quietly uncertain of everything apart…… Read more “Kindred Spirits, Wicked Souls”
People typically share a sort of yearning affinity for the distinctive jingle that ice cream trucks use to bait neighborhood kids; Roland did not. He always found it sort…… Read more “Napalm and Strawberry Shortcake”