It was deceiving, really. They’re actually blue. I don’t know why they are called the White Mountains in New Hampshire. From every angle I saw, they looked blue in the midsummer light. The tent, however, was white. It’s peaks pointed to the sky, as if it was calling the whole earth to the party that … [Read More]
Early Morning Bus Stops and Going Through It
“You’ve got to go through it, Tony.” The sun was well into the sky as I walked down the street to the bus stop at 6:25am. I walked up to the bus driver, and asked if it was ok if I boarded. He obliged, and I found my way to a seat that would take … [Read More]
Zwischenzeiten and Shards of Glass
There are glass shards everywhere. Of course there are, it’s Sunday morning. Club 27 is right down the street from my apartment, and everyone knows that it’s no party if there are not drunkenly broken bottles there the next morning. It’s a small wonder that the broom is practically a cultural icon here. It’s Sunday … [Read More]