Category Archives: journal

The BS Moose

In the summer of 1973, I had just finished the fifth grade, we moved to a large brick home on Vernon Terrace. It the nicest home we’d ever lived in that was ours, very similar to our quarters at Fort Belvoir, an Army base on the Potomac River, not far from Mount Vernon. In the front yard of Vernon Terrace were a cherry tree that put out blossoms like those around the Tidal Basin near the Jefferson Memorial, a Norway spruce, and a little driveway that descended into a basement garage that no car could fit in. In the back yard grew a large oak tree, whose leaves and acorns I raked up every fall. We soon fenced in the a backyard the so the Irish Setter, Holly, and the German Shepherd, Kraut, could run around. Continue Reading

Why Bother?

I had always wanted an adventurous life….It took a long time to realize that I was the only one who was going to make an adventurous life happen to me. So I did the things I wanted to do, and wrote about them, books and magazine stories. Richard Bach I’m going to write something that… Continue Reading

Nooner

His hand pushed the small of her back, bringing her hips, legs, bringing all of her, closer to his face, his mouth, his lips. She leaned back against the headboard, held his other hand, her fingers intertwined with his. The next moment she pressed their hands onto her breast, and squeezed them both together. Then… Continue Reading

Sans frontières

“The more primitive a man is, the better he believes himself to be…Doubt and tolerance are the characteristics of civilised man.” — Marill to Kern, in Prague East Berlin In January, 1984, one of the few places you could cross into East Berlin was at the Friedrichstrasse station, a transfer point for the U– and… Continue Reading

Debugger

Dad – below is the article I was telling you about. I submitted it to Wired, The New Yorker, Harper’s, The Paris Review, Granta, and a couple of computer industry publications that you’ve never heard of. No one wanted it. The reasons for rejection were varied: too long, incoherent, poorly written, lacking in pictures, and… Continue Reading

Letter From Chur 2

The second in an occasional series. Once again written E.B.White style. I knew things were different here on my first visit just about a year ago, I arrived at a very small town for my interview. As I got off the train, I had to take an underpass walkway to get to the other side of… Continue Reading