and now, the first of three stories about people on the street who aren’t so dark after all:
I saw it from the lofty perch of my bus seat, but then again, they probably wanted…
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Here’s a second little story about people who are not so dark as they might have appeared:
There’s a curious little alcove I pass on my way to work: In the pedestrian lane, just…
Here you go campers, the last of three stories from the not-so-dark side. Have a good weekend. Monday is MLK day - a good day for moving back to the light, wouldn’t you say? …
The walk in from the bus - I’ve got that pretty much down. I know the most efficient route, the most efficient speed, and all the shortcuts. I’m a regular whiz when it comes…
1. Seen on two sides of a big three-sided street poster display: 3x4 matrixes of twelve 8x11 sheets of paper, each with a different color-printed photo of a slim blonde woman looking thoughtful…
This is one that’s taken a long time to pull together, but I think it’s time to let it go. The building is, for all exterior intents and purposes, complete. I remain bitterly…
There are some places where you can’t avoid a degree of intimacy with your neighbors and fellow humanoids that, perhaps, you’d rather not endure. The bus, of course, is one such place;…
It’s been exciting, being out on the LitPark stage and having mumbled e-conversations with others of my writerly ilk… but now I have to face the fact that time marches forward and it’s…
It’s been a while since I’ve updated, but not for lack of material - the new notebook is working out well and there’s some good stuff in the pipeline. However, I had to put…
Sublime:
Now that it’s 2008, you can have your
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It’s not like I make a regular practice of handing out change, but when I do, this guy is a likely beneficiary. He’s out there more often than not, putting in some serious hours selling…
I’ve aged. The neighborhood has aged. Everybody I know has aged. So it seems to me a little strange that hte guy I’ve never spoken to dosn’t seem to have aged a day. …
So there’s this guy - I’ll tell you about him: the Grubby Groper of Outer Geary. I don’t know if he’s an inspiration or an exasperation to me, a cautionary tale or a mythic…
Sure there are a lot of cute and meaningful things I could write about what’s been happening around here over the past few weeks. But I’m just not ready for that yet, can you dig…
We passed them on the Golden Gate Bridge, driving north on a brilliant cloudless day. We weren’t going very fast, so they must have been down around 30 mph in the far right lane, well slower…
How many years ago was it? Five, or more? I’d seen him around enough to have given him a nickname, reflecting my fantasy of his having the interior life of a bard, based on nothing…
So here’s the setup: I was going to meet someone for coffee down by the old Mint. This is a neighborhood that would most flatteringly be described as “transitional.” The block…
Welcome, new friends from Editorial Emergency - hope you have a comfortable visit. And for those for whom these words are meaningless, I have even more for you at the EE site where I guest-columned…
In my rich repertoire of recurring themes, Posted on Aug. 12, 2009 • [1] • print
Back when I was getting haircuts, I took them fairly seriously. …
In these days of economic strife and in this world so full of people expecting to be handed everything on a platter for the asking, I’m always encouraged to see a hardworking entrepreneur who…
It has been a long time since I’ve allowed myself to write much more than the story I’ve been birthing for a few months or so already. I transcribed some new text recently and compiled the…
It has been a longish time since I last posted. I wanted to say something last week but with the rush of returning to work on a crutch and in a big velcro boot after a month of full-bore relaxation,…