#760: On This Day in History

March 6th, 2017 § permalink

On this day in history, a woman with red earmuffs walked a French bulldog.

On this day in history, a different woman with a crisp short haircut and six-inch stiletto boots stumbled for a second on the pavement by a nail salon.

On this day in history, Bayer patented aspirin, the Supreme Court issued a decision in the Dred Scott case, Rob Reiner was born and an old man in a Union Pacific cap and Metra jacket flipped through a calendar of the muscle cars of his youth as he rode the Brown Line to work. » Read the rest of this entry «

#759: Soup and Bread

March 3rd, 2017 § permalink

Text message. 5:39 p.m. Wednesday, March 1.

I’m here. It smells amazing. You’re both lucky I’m a nice man and will wait for you.

Response. 5:43 p.m. Wednesday, March 1.

I’m on the bus. It smells like the bus. » Read the rest of this entry «

#758: The Story of the Story

March 1st, 2017 § permalink

“He shoved her?”

“Yeah, just shoved her.”

“Was it like playful?”

“No, he just shoved her.” » Read the rest of this entry «

#757: Once More, With Science!

February 27th, 2017 § permalink

Hello, scientists with a story!

Those who read the site frequently know I intermittently produce spoken word events. The most recent was 40 Hours to Trump, which raised nearly $1,200 for local groups working in areas targeted by the then-incoming Trump administration. Speakers included schoolteachers, volunteers, activists and immigrants.

We’re doing it again, but this time, we only want scientists. We want to give a stage — and an audience — to voices the current administration is trying to silence. » Read the rest of this entry «

#756: Blades

February 24th, 2017 § permalink

I saw a homeless man pull a machete out of his shopping cart on Thursday. » Read the rest of this entry «

#755: A Cask of Amontillado

February 22nd, 2017 § permalink

“I wouldn’t get walled up for that,” she said, passing me the small snifter of medium dry sherry. “I would for a Palo Cortado, though.”

I took the glass, sniffed and sipped the amontillado. It had a semi-pleasant taste that I liked quite a bit. Not good exactly, but unforgettable.

It was a taste I’ll never taste again at a place I’ll never go to. » Read the rest of this entry «

#754: Presidential Quotes, Corrected

February 20th, 2017 § permalink

“When written in Chinese, the word ‘crisis’ is composed of two characters — one represents danger and one represents a weaving machine, or small chair.”

– John F. Kennedy, Remarks at the Convocation of the United Negro College Fund, April 12, 1959 » Read the rest of this entry «

#753: Whispering City

February 17th, 2017 § permalink

The downtown whispers at night.  » Read the rest of this entry «

#752: The Reporter, the Professor and Me

February 15th, 2017 § permalink

“It’s with a heavy heart,” the e-mail read, “that I tell you that my endeavor as a freelance journalist is in its final months.” » Read the rest of this entry «

#751: Zoe

February 13th, 2017 § permalink

She has some trouble on the stairs.

Sometimes she stops at the bottom, reaches up one paw as if to tap, then just puts it down and nervously leans back and forth, staring at the step. Then she’ll look up with pleading eyes just peeking under her big bangs and eyebrows. » Read the rest of this entry «

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