pray while you hit

On the east side of the town where I grew up is the Altamont Pass, a range of foothills that separate Livermore from California's great fruit and bread baskets to the world, the San Joaquin Valley. I believe the statute of limitations has since expired, though I will use no last names in identifying accomplices... Continue Reading →



He had just turned four when he was admitted once again for aspiration pneumonia, another round in the war to keep his lungs clear. This one was nastier than most and the battle took us beyond our capabilities; Berr ended up in intensive care. Christmas was approaching and no kid wants to spend it in... Continue Reading →

card trick

“When I was little, I ate gum off the ground.” “I hate cats but act like they’re okay.” “I put a dent in my neighbor’s truck with a hockey puck.” “I have cheated on a college test.” “I said the f-word to a friend when I was mad.” “I’ve spent too much time ‘on the... Continue Reading →

Smoking at Legoland

We were waiting outside a women's restroom when Chris brought him to my attention. The restroom was in no ordinary place. We were in Carlsbad, California, in one of the funkiest amusement parks to which I'd ever paid too much for admission, especially considering this one was made of Legos. It might as well have... Continue Reading →

from previous lives

On the way to Tournai. A p-day trip to Tournai, Belgium in 1981. Linda and Opaku Darko, Nancy, France, 1981. Outside 100 Rue Carnot, Tourcoing, France, 1981. The baptism of Jean Jaques Quilles, Nancy, France, 1981. Tourcoing, France, 1981. The Baptism of Christine and her mother, Charleroi, Belgium, December, 1981. Donning mustaches to wait tables... Continue Reading →

Mary Ann

Reposted from Facebook, December 6, 2009. Some have been wondering who Mary Ann is that I referred to in Carpe Angulara. Okay, hoping this doesn't come off narcissistic, it's just that this was a big day for me. Owning this particular make and model of this car has been a dream of mine since it... Continue Reading →

carpe angulara

Ten years ago I rolled a fifteen passenger van full of Forensic students backwards down a small canyon outside of Casper, Wyoming. We were on our way to a regional tournament and in the thirteenth hour of driving came over a ridge to the leeward side of Casper Valley into a whiteout snow storm. The... Continue Reading →

the DNA of character

Ed is my good friend and below his pic is one of his good son. It's a bloodline of Edness complemented by a smidge more volume of Jac's lovely mother's grace and sensibility, enough to encourage but temper potato gun golf. The portraits are two favorites because of their aesthetic and psychic connection, one that... Continue Reading →

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