Redemption

The original title of this essay was ‘Niggers fucking bitches in their asses’. More on that later.

Land of terrible infants

Standing in the great hall of Zurich’s main train station, it’s a cold, clear morning, the Thursday before Christmas. I love train stations. And today, here, now, this moment, I am at the center of all things: go that way, south, to Italy, Malta, the Mediterranean; or go east, to Austria, the Czech Republic, or the land of the Margars; take that train north to Germany, Denmark, or as I must, travel west towards France. I love train travel, even when the French are ill tempered. Although there were to be railway strikes in France, none of my information sources indicated that the first leg of my trip, from Zurich to Mulhouse on the TGV Lyria, which runs several times a day between Paris and Zurich, would be affected; I checked not only the main screen showing train departures, but also my array of apps from the various rail companies: SNCF, SBB, and Trainline—all indicated things were as normal. Continue Reading

Letter from Chur 3

The third in an occasional series. *** Mornings when walking to the train station, I pass two outposts of Jehovah’s Witnesses. At the first are two women, early thirties, a rolling magazine rack between them. They hold out a magazine that no one takes. Further down the street is an older man, usually alone, also… Continue Reading

At the airport arrival area

We live on a wandering planet. —Saint-Exupéry Feeling sad? Worried about the human race? There’s plenty of good reasons to feel this way: climate change, the ill tempered, feces throwing orangutang in the White House, a growing world wide oligarchy, yet another digital privacy indignity. Continue Reading

Lackeys and Toadies

“An extremely credible source” has called my office and told this writer about @DTrump’s latest initiatives. Recognizing the enormous benefits incurred by the Russian intervention in the 2016 election, the occupant has come to understand that there’s no need to use domestic operatives. Why bother with Americans when you can outsource it all to not… Continue Reading

The Wine Dark Sea

Posted on Dora Katherine Money Elder’s birthday, and as such, the appropriate drink pairing for reading this essay is a Manhattan. She had a bit of the travel bug, from which there is no cure, only temporary relief. Wednesday afternoon, mid-July. Recently this region of France, Herault, set a national high temperature record of 45°… Continue Reading

The Accident

By seven in the morning the raft guides at Wind River Outfitters were busy getting ready for the day. The truck that hauled all the gear, a faded green Ford with a crew cab, was already loaded with life jackets, helmets, and paddles, all thrown in the truck bed. Three inflated rafts were stacked on… Continue Reading