At six-thirty a.m. on December twenty-sixth, 2001 it was cold in Chicago, right around twenty-five degrees on the thermometer outside my kitchen window. I drove my Porsche 928 to work that day because my Audi was still in the body shop. The Porsche wasn’t stock, none of my cars were. It had headers and some […]Read more "Luck, not skill."
The decrepit couple shuffled their way into the diner, they were dusted with snow and didn’t bother to brush it off. They had to be in their 90’s, it took a solid New York minute to traverse the ten feet from the doorway to their booth. “Where’s my bag Bill, I TOLD YOU TO BRING […]Read more "Breakfast at the Shelby Cafe"
“Searching the ether for strands of connection. Are we really just whisps of ideas moving past each other. Sometimes abrasive, sometimes with snarling velocity, sometimes with the most beautiful delicance imaginable.” “Yes” she said.Read more "Just whisps…"