Friday Mugshot
State Police Investigators in Wolcott reported the arrest on Monday (5/20)...
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Pack ‘em up!
A cliché perhaps, but it takes mere seconds for the slant of life to shift. A birth. A death.... Read more »
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Harlem Globetrotting
I’m sat facing the sanguine Harlem river where it snakes round and meets the Hudson. The walk here took me... Read more »
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Grits
“You ain’t got no movie camera up your nose now,” the director barks at me, “don’t swallow your voice, this... Read more »
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Ball
Eight basketball teams swarm into the gymnasium. A row of chairs divides the court into two small half courts, adept... Read more »
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Happy Noise
The house vibrates with noise. Grandpa and Boy are glued to the televised basketball matches of March madness, Grandma runs... Read more »
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Sleepless, but not Seattle
During bedtime battles I consider handing in my mother pass. I lack the unflappable calm of my mother, and the... Read more »
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Roots
Our new landlady asks us to be inconspicuous about moving in, as strictly speaking she’s not allowed to sublet her... Read more »
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Pounding the Pavements
“My wife’s from London too!” says the orthodox Jewish salesman in a Yiddish lilt, “come in!” “Thank you,” I reply,... Read more »
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School Days
I’m sat on the floor giving a squirming Junior a drink when the gymnasium doors open. What appears to be... Read more »
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New Year’s teeth
I watch Junior struggle to roll over. It strikes me that turning a new leaf might be tough at all... Read more »
