It was early when I swept the Bourbonneur from his front curb. Fishing-with-Pépé early. The range was extended for the morning, which required an abnormally early sequence initiation. Items were neatly crammed into satchels of various sizes: foil-wrapped sandwiches, cremes of questionable purpose, an assortment of wearable status indicators—stretchy, wind-blocking, synthetic, natural, tight, manly, elite—multiple helmets, shoes, duct tape, spare … [Read more...]
Archives for March 2015
The Sock I Loved, Then Lost.
It took no raindrops for your absence to hurt me, but when they fell, the pain was nourished. Your gentle compression was the hallmark of our relationship. Compression. Compassion. Your surface enveloped my toes in an embrace. You pulled the moisture from them with all your heart. The medial toes grew jealous of big toe and pinky, for by design—and without any chance for change—you afforded them less contact. We all embraced the passion of … [Read more...]
Things I Learned from Him: ’90-’94
It was a pretty standard, which is to say excellent, tutelage I was under as the young me, and at a great time: I was between jobs (I quit my paper route and couldn't yet convince my local shop to hire me), school was under control (I was fine with Cs), and my social life was on cruise control (nobody understood me so who needs friends anyways plus you just don't understand me). Enter Him. He was a family man, which is to say, he was a guy who … [Read more...]