I can’t get away from telling stories.
The Marine was newly stationed at Kaneohe from overseas while his wife arrived by way of North Carolina via Montana, she freely admitting how the light and water of Hawaii blew her mind, to which I said it’s never failed to accomplish that feeling in me as well, every time. The…
Naha Air Base, Okinawa, 1971: The elementary school class was rehearsing an after-school play based on Snoopy and the Red Baron when my friend came into the classroom wearing his dad’s flight jacket. Everything stopped when we saw it, and we gathered around him to touch the heavy leather and crinkly wax coating. I ran my fingers over an American…
New York, 1989
You thought you loved movies because you made your mom take you to see M*A*S*H at a drive-in when you were 12, and made your dad take you see Jaws seven times, four times for the fun, and three to study how they did it, and you’d rather spend the…
New York 1989/2015
Twenty five years apart, Bond Street steals my dignity.
In 1989, while traversing an ice-covered manhole cover, I fell off my bike at Lafayette and Bond. I crashed down on the crossbars…
San Diego, 1986
I had this friend in college named Wil Rumble, and with a name like that of course he wanted to be an actor. He delivered words like blunt instruments, but he was fearless, and that was all I needed. I wrote things for him to do in front of audiences that…