These Small Hours
My favorite album by the mode is Black Celebration. I bought the cassette just short of my twelfth birthday in May, 1986. Over the ensuing years I’d burn through two additional cassette copies of Black Celebration before purchasing it four times more in both CD and on Vinyl. Yeah, I could have just made a […]
I am standing on the playground holding a baseball at West Canyon Elementary School. Sara by Jefferson Starship glitters off Rachel’s small pink and white transistor radio. She’s talking to Kim. I like both girls, but I think I like Rachel more because she is tall; has dark hair and green eyes. She kind of […]
I was once a Triathlete. During a season of life spanning nine or so years through my mid-twenties and into my thirties I competed, but mostly I trained. It was the training I adored–races were just the final superfluous act. I put in intricate, meticulous miles through neatly sleeping neighborhoods across Fishers, Indiana, and then […]