Picture a cave, warmed by a fire, the smoke curling up through a crevice in the rock, drawn out by the natural draft of a cold winter’s night, a stone teepee, safe and secure. That’s Angelo’s Steak House on a January night in Omaha, wind chill at zero. The cavernous...
“Let them see his gray eyes, the pinprick pupils staring into this nothing room where the lights stay on all night. It’s Leslie Whitney Gerber’s official bedtime, but, in the video, he keeps his eyes open and trained on the ceiling. He had planned to live forever, but...
When my father and I stop by Aunt Jeanette’s house, Christmas music, coming from the radio, echoes in the empty living room and a smell of human waste fills the air. We find her in her soiled bed, the telephone knocked from its cradle and lying on the floor. Aunt...
First date—Lisa and I take her Miata to a tree-named street near the Maple Leaf Bar in New Orleans. Puddles are everywhere. Rain remains until evaporation rather than draining off because the city is below sea level. We park and walk in Dee’s door. A damn good,...
1 I had done my second girlfriend wrong. I was still doing her wrong as I sat in the bedroom waiting and wondering whether she would hear my page over the blare of airport announcements, the shouts of friends spotting friends and family greeting family. But why did it...
