We busted through traffic like gun-mounted Strykers, siren wailing and blipping like a mad, mad metronome, then snaked down a brick pathway to the segregated orthodox beach (it’s Man Night today) where a boy had nearly drowned in the unusually high surf, which we could see pounding the breakwater and busting higher into the air … [more]
Goyim along, singin’ a song…
9-April-2010 by Leave a Comment
All my bags are packed, I’m ready to . . . resign myself to doing without the things I forgot, most likely. So that’s it? One-point-five blog entries and he hangs it up? If only. No, I’m committed to this sorta-two-way communication with you, Faire Reader, but I’ll be out of town for a few … [more]
Right at the light
1-April-2010 by 3 Comments
My web maven tells me this site has gone live. Apparently the implication is that if I don’t glue something up here post haste, I’ll become, de facto, de jure and ex officio a “dead link.” That is absolutely not what I pay her for, so as usual she defaults to taking charge of this … [more]
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