Why, Maybe, I Don’t Talk Baseball

I was 29 and nearly as far from playing baseball as I am now from that moment. But even so, as I watched, I had a hard thought, a thought that for no earthly reason should have been difficult at all but for every unearthly reason was. I realized I would never play professional baseball.


Picking Pebbles From My Skin

Many years ago, when I was young, that age when your body and the law consider you an adult, but your heart is like spaghetti and your brain is the best and the worst of a sponge, I was in love, of course. Weren’t you? I felt lucky and afraid. I felt as large as a dump truck, and so unimportant, like a wisp of a cloud alone in a forgotten corner of the sky. Do you remember the feeling? Yes, we do remember when we do. I was nineteen.

A Question of Magic

I think there are magic bones magicians and non-magic bones magicians. Both can fool you and both are entertaining. One makes you say “how did you do that?” The other makes you say, “who the f#@k let you out of your bottle.”


So what I endeavor to do here, on the fifth anniversary of his death and in an embarrassingly poor affectation of his writing voice, is recommend him to you if you don’t know him already, and share in the collective grief the day requires if you do. I have no standing to write about him, I have only my sorrowful wish, this year more than any other since his death, that he was still alive.

Your Company Writes Stories Every Day

Westinghouse Digital owed us something and, technically, Target owed us nothing. Westinghouse made it difficult to find a solution. Target found a solution in less than three minutes on the phone. The person on the phone representing Westinghouse had zero authority to make us happy. Larry at Target had all the authority he needed to make us happy.