Monthly Archives: November 2015

Bennie C’s, Tolerance, and Falling in the Snow

            We trudge through the snow—already more than a foot, still coming down hard—for ten blocks, walking single-file through the small, barely shoveled sidewalk paths.  I fall down twice, mostly because I’m wearing leather-soled shoes.  The walk would have been … Continue reading

post | Comments Off November 30, 2015

Registering My Opinion, ca. 2007

“What kind of television programs do you most often watch,” the pleasant female voice asks, “Drama, comedy, news, or something else?”  She hesitates just a beat after “news,” and her voice seems to drop down a register or two, suggesting … Continue reading

post | Comments Off November 30, 2015

Cheerleader, 1987

I skipped yesterday’s November entry.  It was Thanksgiving, and I was too full and tired to eat.  I should have picked a month for writing that didn’t have a feast day in it. — The light snaps on, waking me … Continue reading

post | Comments Off November 28, 2015

Talk Back

I attended Beaver Dam Elementary from Kindergarten through fourth grade.  When the Anaconda Company’s smelter in Anaconda closed, Beaver Dam closed, too.  So I lived right across the street from a school, literally, but had to be bussed maybe ten … Continue reading

post | Comments Off November 26, 2015

Tattoo, 1991 & 2012

I realized today that I can’t answer any questions about my ink.  None.  Not even the most basic:  Do I have a tattoo or tattoos?  Singular or plural?  It’s always been a problem. In 1990-1991, my roommate, Alexander, had tattoos–Superman … Continue reading

post | Comments Off November 25, 2015

Structure and Rhythm, Grammar and Logic (1991? 1992?)

           I leap out of bed, awakened by the sun rather than the alarm and wildly late for a ten o’clock meeting with classmates, one where our final project is to be drafted.  Tongue so dry … Continue reading

post | Comments Off November 23, 2015

Long Live the King, 1985

            I lift the waxed paper cup to my lips and slam two inches of Kings Ale.  I do this after every move as Weird Al and I play chess.  Al, two years older, bought the alcohol, and he’s laughing … Continue reading

post | Comments Off November 22, 2015

New Year’s Eve, 1992

New Year’s Eve, and Big Dog and I can’t believe anyone’s coming to our party.  The snow hit Spokane earlier today and kept hitting.  The drifts are several feet tall, maybe five in some places.  The storm is getting worse … Continue reading

post | Comments Off November 22, 2015

Yet More Kicking from 1993? Seriously?

In the Spring quarter of 1993, I did my student teaching, ending my undergraduate degree.  Those ten weeks in the 8th and 9th grade Language Arts classroom would mark the grand total of my time teaching in the public schools. … Continue reading

post | Comments Off November 21, 2015

More Stomping–and Some Smashing–from 1992 or 1993

I’m walking home from the downtown bars after waiting a few hours for a date who never showed up, probably because she’s getting married in a few weeks and finally came to her senses about me.  Nearing the apartment I … Continue reading

post | Comments Off November 19, 2015