Frank Uppsershaw died last Sunday afternoon. He died utterly and absolutely during the fourth quarter of the Ravens-Seahawks game. Ravens were up by six points. They had the ball. There were two minutes and twenty-three seconds left to the game. Then Lamar tossed a short screen to Ingram, and it looked like Ingram fumbled. The … Continue reading How Deadly Can a Fact Be?
Bad Time to Start Vacation
The vacation did not start well. For one thing Dee was sort of getting over a cold, and Andi was not quite that far along in her battle with the pernicious disease. They were both hacking and spitting and sniffling and nose blowing and wasting whole forests of tissue. They had traveled to Bozeman and … Continue reading Bad Time to Start Vacation
-Visit mom in hospital -Pick up my C-PAP Those sun lit mountain peaks—so far way
Denny and the ADA
The waiting area for flight Delta 3332 was absolutely mobbed. It was standing room only. There were squalling kids, frazzled mothers, and fathers so deeply in denial they were either nose deep into Red October or scanning the flesh. There were the usual assortment of business travelers, leaning over the laptops proped on their knees, … Continue reading Denny and the ADA
Vinny Wins a Zymurgy.
Vin Smitt had been toking on the dictionary again. This is not a pleasant thing for those of us who are victim to the sequela of his toke. When Vinny dipped into his Webster’s International you could pretty much depend on a whole new species of malapropist propaganda. And winter is not a good time. … Continue reading Vinny Wins a Zymurgy.
I begin to see with new eyes— the scales have been scraped away, all the yellow, all the scum— how bright the grass with new eyes— a greener shade of winter yellow— with the scales scoured away. How brilliant Kathy’s eyes their lively green unochered through my new unblistered lens. I begin to see with … Continue reading Cataract Surgery
The Last Worst Place
Toxic The only place I have seen death is in Hospitals. There is an inefficiency of death there. But a darkness of hope for those who will live yet beyond the walls, who look out on the Old Fan Mountain where they will walk again, out on the sun-silver water of the Madison where they … Continue reading The Last Worst Place