Crows

My brother gave me an album of photographs and important papers that my father left behind.  I keep it out of sight in the basement.  But sometimes, late at night, when the rest of my family is asleep, I drink too much wine and think about the past. My father sits on a stool in … Continue reading Crows

Remembering the Hobo Day Riots of 1990–The Skinny Kid Goes to College

  I remember the day my father dropped me off at college.  I was eighteen years old.  I gazed into the mirror after he had gone and said aloud to my reflection, “You’re never going to make it here.”  The room was spartan--concrete walls, a bunk, a dresser and a desk on each side with … Continue reading Remembering the Hobo Day Riots of 1990–The Skinny Kid Goes to College