I got a text from my wife that there was some drunken homeless person in our alley. She had called the police but they were too busy to send anyone out. I didn't notice the message until I was almost done with my shift. I figured everything was fine. It was one of those … Continue reading Homeland Security
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Daydreaming About Frank Lloyd Wright
I paused in my rounds the other day to admire a house on my route a bit more closely. For the first time, I recognized it as a Prairie-style house with its Craftsman details, hip roof, broad eaves and abundant windows. It was exactly the sort of home I had long fantasized about owning, aside … Continue reading Daydreaming About Frank Lloyd Wright
Dollar Bill
For many years, I befriended alcoholic coworkers far older than me. It was only after becoming a father that I realized that I was attempting to patch a hole in my life caused by my estrangement with my own. There was Frankie who drove to work in a Mustang convertible and sang Bob Dylan tunes … Continue reading Dollar Bill
Dead Letter Office
I lay awake in the half-light of early morning and listened to my wife breathing. It was January in Minneapolis. In a couple of hours, I would be trudging through the snow with a stack of junk mail balanced on my arm and a wad of letters clutched in my hand. I felt as if … Continue reading Dead Letter Office
