Photo: Glen van Alkemade 2015

Through Drifting Snow

It is snowing hard. This weather brings to mind three girls for whom — or with whom — I have slogged through waist-deep drifting snow. When I was in junior high school, I lived in Wisconsin and had a crush on my friend Sheila. She lived just a few blocks away, and I would call her in…

Price of Admission

On Sunday mornings, I enjoy my constitutionally-guaranteed rights to peaceable assembly, free association, free speech and practice of religion — all at once! Some of my neighbors enjoy exercising their right to bear arms, on which I will take a pass. If I’m ever in trouble, I look forward to free access to the courts, equal…

Three Skinny White Guys

The other day I walked over to the supermarket to return a Redbox movie. Down the street I saw my friend Jimmy approaching, whom I had not seen for several months — not since we told him he shouldn’t come back to church. That was a very disappointing affair. Jimmy’s a mess: an emaciated, scrawny…

I Only Want

I was walking down Kassaveti Street in Kifissia, a northern suburb of Athens. It was different from when I had lived there in the 80’s. All was stern, bland urban architecture, bigger and more built up. The air was a bright, pale dusty yellow. The city was completely silent and deserted. I was the only living…

Black Man in White House

Donald’s World

The other evening, my wife and I went for a stroll around our urban neighborhood. At the corner we noticed a couple of wooden desk drawers propped up against the black iron fence in front of an apartment. Looking ahead down the street, we noticed a fellow shoving an enormous wooden desk along the sidewalk.…