I can remember exact moments. It’s early afternoon on a Saturday, and we’re getting into our pale blue Chevrolet, a two-door Impala coupe. I turn sideways to squeeze into the back seat, then step onto the hump in the middle of the floor and drop next to the window on the far side. My father […]
April 28, 2013
When I was little, people were sometimes given the Key to the City. It was a reward, either for doing something heroic or for winning a lot of football games. At least that’s what I remember. It’s possible that I’m recalling a scene from a cartoon I saw on television, or one of those ridiculous […]
March 28, 2013
Mother was the boss. Everyone else lined up, facing her, about thirty feet away. The objective was to work your way toward Mother through a series of steps, which she directed you to perform. But here’s the thing. After receiving your instructions, you were then required to ask Mother’s permission to go ahead, and she […]
March 20, 2011
I used to tie a bath towel around my neck and pretend to be Superman. I would climb onto the kitchen table and jump, then run around on the floor with outstretched arms, flying off to save the world. We didn’t have a movie camera, so I’m left with only dim memories of how ridiculous […]
June 2, 2014
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