We rode on the back of a cart pulled by a blue farm truck, which seemed nearly as wrecked as the rest of the farm. Bill Wrangle’s dad, who owned the farm and the truck—in so far as claims to ownership can be made—was driving the truck, and as it was a mild autumn day, … Continue reading Blundering Revolutionary Union Worker
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The Sham is a Shame
A little-big white guy shambled into El Paso, Texas, the other day. And all his shams came tumbling after him. He is the President of the United States. According to protocol his purpose was to mourn with and console the living in their hurt after a mass killing. This is what people who are elected … Continue reading The Sham is a Shame
The Joy of Having So Many White Hats to Vouch that You Would Not Steal a Thirty-five Cent Notebook
I was arrested once. In 1975. The arrest was legitimate—I inadvertently walked out of the University book store without paying for a thirty-five cent notebook. Unfortunately, I had placed the notebook in my pocket to make sure it fit. Odd kid thing to do. But that is what I did. Unfortunately, I did not remove … Continue reading The Joy of Having So Many White Hats to Vouch that You Would Not Steal a Thirty-five Cent Notebook
I Only go Because I Need
I looked at the clock on the tower behind the big church, and it was 11:32. It was five hours and twenty-eight minutes until they served at the shelter. I crossed Main and went up 2nd past the fruity tutti bar. Everybody knows me here and just scowl and tell me to move along. They … Continue reading I Only go Because I Need
