by m. pinchuk The following was read into the record of the Court of Inquiry by the Clerk, with the assent of the Presiding Magistrate. I verify that I am the Chief Scribe of the Capital City, and I attest to the following: On a day not unlike today, a stranger...
By Roberto Loiederman We went to Santa Fe in Paul and Cheryl’s rust-colored pick-up truck, a ’48 Chevy that had ugly splotches on the exterior, holes in the floorboards and no heat, so as soon as we got into higher elevations, it was cold in the vehicle. Joan and I...
By Art Taylor One Friday during those first weeks at the Blue Ridge School for Boys, Nathaniel and I hung out in the common room and watched Dukes of Hazzard instead of heading out on the weekly “Night on the Town”—the big BRS shuttle to the local movie...
Back then I was the only drummer in a town called Drums. Flouting small town conventions proved difficult enough if you were born in a place with the population of most inner city high schools. But we were new to Drums, my father and Sonny and I, new to a town cuddled...
