A Memory of Snails
I was struck by a sudden memory from my youth the other night, as I walked by two young girls and their cheap, fragile toys that had been scattered across a public sidewalk.
I was struck by a sudden memory from my youth the other night, as I walked by two young girls and their cheap, fragile toys that had been scattered across a public sidewalk.
“G.I. Joe.” Just generically G.I. Joe. No specific character. I think that’s weird, looking back, but whatever. (Early 80’s.)
I’ve recently been criticized because I refused to give out my home address to my supervisor, who was inquiring suspiciously (in my opinion) and, besides, don’t you have it on file? I’ve been nervous about giving out my address before …
I’ve been trying to piece together my childhood weekends. Of course, when very young, it was up early on Saturdays for cartoons like The Little’s and Smurfs and so on, which gradually morphed into the unlimited crappy sci-fi that was …
Just to confirm that I’m a loser, I’ve been doing this thing for the last four years that I call “Sci-Fi Saturday.” I wake up early, brew up a huge pot of good coffee, make Pillsbury Cinnamon Rolls (which have …
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a long distance truck driver. Except without responsibility, city driving, or timelines. I wasn’t against the idea of hauling cargo across the country, I just wanted to pick it up at …
Back from two weeks in the UK – Christmas with a group of old friends, together for the first time in about a decade. All grown up and married with kids, so I was the weird bachelor who drunkenly played …