So there I was today, taking in my 1991 (that’s right, 1991) Toyota Camry in for its annual Virginia safety inspection, when a bit of magic and connection happened. When I first moved to Arlington in 2004, there often was something wrong with the car,
Category: Life in the 50s
Handwriting on the Heart
I never saw his handwriting. I saw all of him physically, and a whole lot of his heart and soul, I think. But never his handwriting. Not a card, not a note, not a to-do list. He was careful that way, the same way
Russell Means, Pro Se
I’m not sure Russell Means ever knew my name, even though I once strolled (quaking in my boots) into his hospital room in search of an interview. He did deign to answer a
Of George McGovern and Lost Innocence
You could say it was because of George McGovern that I had my first rum and Coke. You could also say it was because of George McGovern that I became cynical about politics. You could also say it’s because of George McGovern that I’ll vote next month. The evening before the presidential election, November 1972.… Continue reading Of George McGovern and Lost Innocence