I saw a man in the hardware store. He was unremarkable from behind, but when he turned around, I initially couldn’t identify what I was seeing. It simply did not compute. Then I almost screamed. He was only a few years older than me and didn’t have an ounce of fat anywhere else on his…
Thirty-three years and counting
December 27, 2013
My friend Joe Cady dropped in for a visit today. In Ghosts and Ballyhoo, he’s The Punk Who Set Me on My Course (pages 17 to 20). Unfortunately, I’d set my camera to take time exposures or something, so all the images of Joe in Tim’s house came out blurry and yellow. Here’s the best…