Dec 1, 2025
In July, I wrote a piece called “Stop the Train! Was that a Rocket Ship?!”, in which I speculated fruitlessly about the origin of a mysterious object, with a galactic if forlorn air, spotted in a Wisconsin field from a speeding Amtrak train. What was that thing? You,...
Oct 16, 2025
Today’s joy, of the street music variety. An older woman rhythmically walking a pitbull down a park path this morning, a little strut to it, the dog pulling on the leash, her headphones over stocking cap (for it is October now), singing loudly with an accompanying...
Jul 24, 2025
I always carry books on a train, in case my attention to the scenery outside the train flags. A book would offer the opportunity to step away into another world. But I never read, because the view rushing by never flags. The panorama rewards, and even requires,...
Jul 3, 2025
I was today years old when I figured out that my grandparents had told me a story that is apparently not true. In my slow summery childhood, I traveled with them on many Fridays out of suburban Chicago, past industrial Gary, Indiana, and up to Michigan. Before the...
Feb 27, 2025
I had an event the other night with our adjustable bed. I have re-written that sentence four times so far. I had an encounter. An incident. A surprise. A shocking surprise. A skirmish. Something that woke me the hell up. Something that brought me bolt upright except...
