Archive for May, 2007
Nebohý
Carter has asked that I re-write “Jack and the Beanstalk” to read to his second grade class on Authors’ Day. I am stuck. I am actually thinking of a re-write for adults and another for 8-year-olds. I want to recast Jack as a somewhat nebbish Woody Allen-esque character, you know, still lives with his mother, […]
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My Black Cat
At about seven o’clock in the morning on September 1, 1994, I crawled into bed, alone. The next half hour was to be, in retrospect, the eye of the hurricane. Still, but uncomfortably so. Calm, but deceptive. Not really safe.
Filed under: AA, alcoholism, Atlanta, cocaine | 1 Comment
Nevski Prospekt
“You are too young to have eyebrows like that,” she said with her Russian accent. “You look like Brezhnev.” So Irena, one of forty or so barbers at Astor Place Hairstylists, always remembered to cut them.
Filed under: Astor Place Hairstylists, Brezhnev, Jean Nate, Nevski Prospekt, St. Petersburg, Upper East Side | 1 Comment
Cad
Eddie’s white stretch limo glided by around 5:30 in the opposite lane heading toward campus to pick up him and his girlfriend Ann. My colleague Terry’s eldest child has his prom tonight. Since Terry lives on the school property, Eddie and his date will take their pictures on the grounds, probably standing somewhere in the […]
Filed under: Central Park, Manhattan, prom, Tavern on the Green, The Plaza | Leave a Comment
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