The boots were greasy calfskin, d-ring engineer boots out of a second-hand clothes store in Lower Manhattan.
D-Ring Greasy Calfskin Engineer Boots!
Be Aware!
I understood from my father and uncle that in the nineteen thirties and forties roadside signs competed to lure you off the high road and to interesting attractions. But my time on the road was fairly standard fare - Turnersville - 10 miles, an arrow, and in small print underneath, " Home of Cecil P. …
How to be obscene, and influence people
Let's face it, punctuation, delivery, facial expression, and body language have lots more to do with obscenity than four mere Anglo-Saxon-derived letters. If I gesture at you, sneer, cackle, and call you an infructescence carbuncle, you won't even think to puzzle out what I said. You'll be out the gate, ready for Freddy, and swinging. …
Probability Zero
We huddled in a patch of woods about a hundred yards from the cemetery. From where we crouched, we could see the police car's searchlight and the sounds of the night watchman walking by the stonewall.
A beautiful memory…
Zevon died for our sins.
Retread
Last year, one of my winter-time prescriptions for the winter blahs was to pick up the guitar again and begin playing.
Who? Me?
Entrance was only granted by living the life.
‘Tis the Season!
"Everyone wins!"
Hip?
I'd maintain that many go through their entire life and never find themselves. They settle for an unchallenging staidness. They watch the "found" as though they were in some sort of Parallel Universe, and you could just sit there and watch the show.
Devious
Daily writing promptWhat’s something most people don’t know about you?View all responses In November of 1970, I had a severe "adjustment crisis to adult life." Someone tried to kill me. Not long after that, I cleaned up my act, did the straightening up and flying right routine, and generally became a Boy Scout. I also …
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