But Where Are Your Eyes?
Patricia and I were talking about something, at the end of the Prentice loop, out there at the end of the 7 line. She's...
I’ve Been Sainted
"IT'S ONLY FRIDAY BUT I'M ALREADY EXCITED FOR FOOTBALL ON SUNDAY!"
That isn't me talking. As you may have guessed. It's Mr. Weyling, described in...
Red Napkins
I'm inbound at Graham, shortly after 10pm. I'm looking for things to hold me up. It's very important to not be early. As operators,...
Harsh
He waved again, from the sidewalk now, as I drove up to the red light he was now walking toward. Sometimes it's awkward to...
Hulking Baddie With Friendly Eyes
Residual fallout from my Paris situation continues to make itself known on the bus. Yet another passenger informed me that her bus also erupted into...
Thanks Giving (I Like Peanuts!)
"I don't have a transfer...," says this sullen brother, trailing off into awkward silence. A lanky dark-skinned fellow about my age, maybe a few...
With Sarcasm, and Dignity
"Geezer program?! You're what, fifty? You're a young guy, man. Don't you know sixty's the new forty?"
John and I continue our conversation. We're passing...
Back Door Man
A figure slips on through the back door at outbound 12th and Jackson, against the rules. Maybe he's doing it in loving memory of...