Splitting 8’s in Reno

Splitting 8’s in Reno

I sat third to the deal, until a new guy sat down to my right. I took little notice of him. I had the brim of my hat lowered to eye level to block out the dealer’s mouth. He’d been running his stand-up routine, based on the accident of his birth, like most other...
4ver: Love and Hate in the Digital Age

4ver: Love and Hate in the Digital Age

Herewith, the entire text: “Dayvid: U lost a good thing 4ver. Bye bye u troll/tool. Bus left! Now u can do whatevr u want with whoevr. U were never right 4 me or u would have been there, so there u go. Theresa.” I had no Theresa in my contacts. The texter’s ID...
A ScreenWriter’s Life

A ScreenWriter’s Life

The two most worrisome times in a screenwriter’s life are when he does not have a job and as soon as he gets a job. Once he is into the first draft he is fine, but upon agreeing to an assignment he is beset with anxieties: can he make it happen, is it right for him,...
Airport Mirrors

Airport Mirrors

They passed each other at Gate 31, a little boy of eight with his parents and sister going in one direction, and a man of forty going in the other, looking for different gates to board different planes to different cities.  The boy’s sister was dressed in little...
Odyssey: Syracuse to Ithaca

Odyssey: Syracuse to Ithaca

Jamal had a way of hearing what was not said. He met this co-ed one January night that held no other promise. He wasn’t all that attracted to her, but when they were going through the act of saying good-night she left the car door open and he jumped in. He woke up...
Hobos: A Father’s Lesson

Hobos: A Father’s Lesson

Back then in that little town we had to take our own trash to the dump, which was an open pit two miles beyond the American Legion. We would back up the Chevy to a steep drop-off and overturn our trash cans into the pit. I had to go with the old man every Saturday, as...