J M SobieskiFrom SEA to DTWI can always tell an older plane because it smells like my late great-aunt’s house. That’s not to say her house smelled objectionable; it…Jun 17, 2023Jun 17, 2023
J M SobieskiThe Texture of ThingsThe kids have sailed off to the Land of Nod, the washing machine is doing that weird ‘whirpt whirpt whirpt’ noise that these newer washers…May 3, 2022May 3, 2022
J M SobieskiLo! The Trains Awaken! The Fart Factories In Full Swing!Many years ago, when my wife and I were still just dating, we were heading out for the evening along the freeway and were passing under a…May 2, 2022May 2, 2022
J M SobieskiA Hole In The Garage“I’m being responsible,” I remind myself grimly, as I clank the Zippo open and set another crappy homerolled menthol alight. “There is a…May 2, 2022May 2, 2022
J M SobieskiThe First GigI played the trombone for quite a bit. Even now, two decades later, occasionally my battleworn Vincent Bach 36 slides out of an Altieri gig…Sep 9, 2021Sep 9, 2021
J M SobieskiNotes from the TerrariumIn my latest cockamamie attempt to quit smoking cigarettes, I’ve recently taken up pipe smoking. Everyone else is running off towards the…Aug 22, 20211Aug 22, 20211
J M SobieskiThe Escalator StoryThe following story was given to me as the truth. I will allow as much as to say that this took place in the headquarters building of a…Aug 21, 20211Aug 21, 20211
J M SobieskiSammyI wrote this around 1999, on a slow night in the auto lab of Macomb Community College. I was 21, had never married and had certainly never…Aug 21, 2021Aug 21, 2021