Nick and I are going for a trip down the Missouri River from the tiny town of Rulo, Nebraska, to Kaw Point, a park where the Kansas River drains into the Missouri. He has been talking about it all summer. We have the canoe. I’ve bought a new dry bag…
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Who doesn’t want to win the lottery? I know I do. Just about every other time I buy a can of tobacco, I buy a couple of tickets. Stuffed into my wallet, those tickets with or without the magic numbers sit alone and lonely. Once in a while, when I…
2 CommentsThe backyard erupted after the last rain. For a solid month, the sun shone. Days reached a hundred. The whole world began to smell like dry grass. At first, what seemed like endless days of sun irritated me. I’m really something of a pluviophile and revel in the gray dimness…
Leave a CommentTwenty-six years ago, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror in my little one-bedroom apartment on 42nd Street. For the first time in a week, I had black rings under my eyes again. My sinuses felt stuffed. I had a thirst that no water could quench. For once I…
2 CommentsAll around us the neighborhood burned. Firecrackers, smoke bombs, fountains, and mortars. A couple of those really loud things—I don’t know what they are but I wished I had some—blew up and we felt the blast in our chests. They set car alarms honking and squealing. A normal Fourth of…
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