My obsession can be traced to a single day, when I learned that football had more to offer me than I ever imagined. It all started with a game of horse.
A Family Portrait
A Little Girl Was Born
At that point the family had rattled off a Joe DiMaggio-like streak of male children. Baseball cards and skinned knees and fist fights were regular, and somewhat welcomed, entities in our households. But you could tell a change was in the wind.
The Little Zoologist
We spent much of the day casting out spinner baits and then reeling in huge clumps of green algae. We’d peel it off after a few minutes work, toss it on the bank, and then cast out for another try. By the time the sun was at it highest and hottest point, we were getting … Continue reading The Little Zoologist
Dancing Days
I used to smoke cigarettes specifically because my smoke breaks counted as legitimate excuses from the dance floor.
Strong Like Bull
She reached in the trunk and pulled out the customary brown shopping bag she always brought. In it, no doubt, were a few bottles of ginger ale, a couple trays of pecan swirls, and a half gallon of skim milk.
Once a Sicilian
It’s like, one day she found herself alone in a room full of noisy Sicilians. And she boldly dared to tame them with their most sacred entity: food.
A Jagger Poster on the Wall
It’s rather amusing to think she had a girlhood crush on a guy who basically looks like a caricature of himself.
Good for your Heart
I’ve always been fascinated by Benjamin Franklin—a man who was basically the Swiss Army Knife of our founding fathers. Instead of tiny, foldable wrenches and miniature scissors, Ben was spring-loaded with piss and vinegar and political savvy and freaking electricity.
Summer School
Here's a blast from the past that appeared in Philadelphia Stories a few years ago, but since it's baseball season and I miss the voice of Harry Kalas I figured I'd share it again. Enjoy, and viva la beisbol!!
Miracle Growth Pellets
If you pushed her far enough there was a chance you might catch a flying sandal to the chin. And her aim was lethal. She was like the Dennis Eckersley of moms.
