December 3rd, 2012 § permalink
It’s just a steak.
It’s a good steak, no doubt. A filet mignon nearing $50, aged well, broiled simply and served with a minimum of fanfare.
But it’s just a steak. Except for the man sitting with his daughter. They’re talking about the colleges they’re visiting. They’re spiffed and prettied, in from the suburbs for a final meal with dad and daughter. It means a lot to them. You can tell. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 30th, 2012 § permalink
Carol put on the Scissor Sisters and danced.
She danced right behind the bar, shimmying and shaking and explaining that a lot of people confuse Scissor Sisters songs with KC and the Sunshine Band because they sing alike, can you hear it?
“Yeah, I can hear that,” I said. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 28th, 2012 § permalink
“This is worth $1,200 dollars to me because my torso is always cold but my arms are always warm,” I said, gesturing at a padded vest priced at, in fact, $1.2K. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 26th, 2012 § permalink
You can tell the neighborhood has gone up in the world because they no longer use the bulletproof lazy susan to hand over the sandwiches. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 23rd, 2012 § permalink
“This is O’Hare, as far as this train goes. All passengers must leave the train. Thank you for riding the CTA Blue Line.” » Read the rest of this entry «
November 21st, 2012 § permalink
“Oh, Amy. I can’t go past there; I have alcohol.”
“Her name was Mousey.”
“That’s the medium size.” » Read the rest of this entry «
November 19th, 2012 § permalink
The barman offered ice, which was declined, then poured a pint of Irish cider.
He smiled and was thanked. He returned to the corner of the bar to continue his paperwork while the cider-drinker and an old man with a beard, four-footed cane and stories about the steel die forge watched SportsCenter.
SportsCenter made a joke about electing a sports president that day along with the real one.
“Today’s the election?” the old man piped up. “I thought it was the 20th.” » Read the rest of this entry «
November 16th, 2012 § permalink
Down Noble from Hubbard, past a totalitarian building marked ILTACO, past a restaurant named after a John Hughes film, past an apartment building, a few sad winter trees and a scaffold jungle gym of high voltage lines lies the cave of the blob monster. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 14th, 2012 § permalink
Half of what I say is meaningless. But I say it just to reach you, Julia. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 12th, 2012 § permalink
They laughed and did acrobatics in the rain, because that’s what the young do.
They ran across the slick pavement before slamming the brakes on high-end sneakers so they would skid and slide like ice skaters across the pools forming on gray concrete. » Read the rest of this entry «
