I’d forgotten about the white gloves. Back in the early 1970’s, we Junior Girl Scouts did indeed wear them to complete our uniforms, with our official Girl Scout ankle socks and beanies. It wasn’t until you became a Cadet that you got to wear hose and heels and a...
Miscellaneous Mayhem
Sound and Fury and Exploding Cow Farts
The kid is pedaling slowly down the center of my lane on a busy street that bisects our vibrant downtown district. It is rush hour, in gloomy winter twilight. He is wearing dark hipster colors. He is not wearing a helmet. The bike has no lights. A dog trots...
Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails
“I’m an EMT,” says the large loud brusque woman, elbowing her way in front of me at the grocery store. We are standing in the self-check-out line. “I’m in a hurry. I’m going first.” She doesn’t even look at me as she cuts me off. She is not in...
“Jesus, Lady!”
I am driving in Old Town near the university last night on rutted ice-packed streets in the dark. It’s a busy area where pedestrians and bicyclists rule, where crosswalks zebra-stripe the roads and where police are apt to lie in wait for traffic transgressors. To their credit, in this...
Dem Bones, Dem Bones, Dem Dry Bones
. . . Now hear the word of the Lord. Pope Frances dusted off the bones of Saint Peter just lately and hauled them out for public veneration in a cloud of incense, which probably made them smell better. With a similar gesture, Husband just threw applewood chips on...