Washington, DC, is probably one of the most diverse places I’ve ever been. People from all over the world inhabit the nation’s capital. Immigrants fill the city. Indians owned the hotel where we stayed. Restaurants were owned and filled with brown people who had accents. Many bureaucrats, taxi drivers, and…
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The Southwest Chief takes you out of Kansas City through the most dismal part of town. Dismal, that is, if you think that the post-industrial landscape is anything but beautiful. For me, however, the scenes of concrete, empty warehouses, and forlorn factories—including the skeleton of the old Armco Steel plant…
Leave a CommentJobs have meaning to me. You work, you get paid. Careers don’t make any sense to me. I grew up working, I had my first job at the age of 14. I hated that job but performed the functions of a guy who carries golf bags faithfully. I graduated to…
One CommentSitting down in the café, we ordered café au lait from a girl as pretty as the morning sun. It was a beautiful day, a Sunday, and we ate brioche with our coffee and lingered over conversation for hours. It was a delightful time in our lives. We were 20.…
Leave a CommentNo kid. Wife at work on the night shift. Nothing and no one calling my name. I’ve called all four people who might have something to do with me tonight. They left their phones unanswered or had other things to do tonight. I’m home alone. When I was younger and…
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