What About, Robert?

Would my books be published by now if I dedicated as much time to my pseudo-writing career as I do cleaning my apartment? Modern life is an interminable series of distractions. In my last moments, I can imagine thinking: God, I can’t die yet! I haven’t done the dishes! In Tales of Ordinary Madness, Charles … Continue reading What About, Robert?

Cat Shadow

This cat shadow on the wall is not a cat at all, but rather a silhouette created by the afternoon sun and a decorative plate my maternal grandparents owned. They are dead now and the plate belongs to me. People love their pets more than their pets love them, and they are better for it. … Continue reading Cat Shadow

John Lennon’s Tuba, Jury Duty and the Minneapolis Skyline

John Lennon famously said, “I’m an artist, and if you give me a tuba, I’ll bring you something out of it.” If you listen to this interview in its entirety, John was actually expressing insecurity about his guitar playing. He admits that he can’t play nearly as well as Chuck Berry. Still, he could make … Continue reading John Lennon’s Tuba, Jury Duty and the Minneapolis Skyline

Cockroaches

My best friend, Dan Wiggins, and I rode our bikes aimlessly around the trailer park. It was a blank, do-nothing summer day. The sky was blue with just a trace of clouds. The occasional airplane streaked by high overhead. Neither of us had ever flown anywhere or seen the ocean except on television. We encountered … Continue reading Cockroaches

A Simple Thing

For several months this gray orb of wood pulp and wasp spit hung perilously over a quiet Minneapolis street. High overhead, I must have passed under it for weeks before noticing. Then one February afternoon, this simple thing was gone, vanished from the Earth--either run over by the brutal weight of a car or taken … Continue reading A Simple Thing