On the first night of spring or thereabouts, looking out of my dining room window, I noticed a full moon rising in the east, lighting my yard and making it appear much lovelier than it had seemed that day. This year has been cold, one of the coldest according to the Chicago Tribune.
I went outside and stood on the small deck on the south side of my house. I went out to take a pee, something I do, I’ve decided, to establish ownership of my land or, at least, to show that I have enough land to do so without raising a fuss with my neighbor who lives behind me and is, after all, the mayor. Continue Reading
I have a cassette tape, marked only “Holiday Dinner,” that holds just over twenty-three minutes of conversation, mostly me with my dad as the rest of my family finishes what I think was a Christmas dinner in the background. The recording was part of a series of interviews with my dad for the book I’m still circling. Continue Reading