My dad sat at a workbench in a concrete basement room for thirty-five years. He provided for family—a house, Catholic school for four kids, enough food, a family vacation for two weeks every year. It was saintly work, laboring under that fluorescent lamp, fixing cash registers. It’s work I can’t…
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A great little magazine, bioStories, published my essay “Senior-Citizen Discount,” the story of tawdry behavior, an older woman, and a relationship that changed everything. Take a look. Copy and paste the following link into your browser or click the title above for a live link to the story. http://biostories.com/recent-essays/
Leave a CommentNick and I stepped off the plane in Boise at 12:20 Saturday morning. The airport, stylish and clean, is a model of airport efficiency. We soon found our car rental company and walked out the door into a GMC Acadia, likely the largest car I’ll drive this year. We were…
Leave a CommentBill stopped the car on the railroad tracks. He turned off the engine. I was in the back seat of the little Mustang convertible with Anthony. His brother Joe sat up front. The brothers were moderate people. They didn’t drink the way Bill and I did. I had a beer…
One CommentBuddy, A Lit Zine published my piece about a hot, hot summer just in time for our heat wave. Take a look. https://buddylitzine.com/issues/issue-5/patrick-dobson/
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