Tales of the Midwest: Poison Ivy

My girlfriend and I went on a picnic. I don’t know how she did it…

Tales of the Midwest: Growing Up with Simon LeBon

“So there they go, Jim running slower to stay with…

Tales of the Midwest: Intro and Foreword

What you have not absorbed by the time you reach the age of…

Tales of the Midwest: More Thoughts on Racism

White people, like black ones, are victims of a racist…

Tales of the Midwest: Raised on Rum

The horse and mule live thirty years 
 And never know of wine and…

Tales of the Midwest: Justice

Amerigo Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for…

Tales of the Midwest: Early Memories Culminating in a Slightly Traumatic Transition Away from Innocence

Tales of the Midwest: Honest Abe

It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him…

Tales of the Midwest: The Tank, The Pit, and Dumbass

So was I once myself a swinger of birches. 
 And…

Tales of the Midwest: The Fulcrum of 11

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from…

Tales of the Midwest: Fire

And I remembered that there are two kinds of fires, the Bad Fire and the…

Tales of the Midwest: Riding Lawnmowers, Mr. Pepperidge, & Golf

“Crabbed age and youth cannot live…

Tales of the Midwest: Where’s the Bird?

Look! Horton the Elephant’s
 Up in a tree!
 They taunted…

Tales of the Midwest: Dad Gets a Strike

People who bowl vote. Bowlers are not the cultural elite.

Tales of the Midwest: Always More Pennies Than You Remember

“For a salesman, there is no rock bottom…