My dad’s twenty-fifth high school reunion was held in Vincennes, Indiana, at a Holiday Inn. For the first time, my sister, brother and I were left in the room unsupervised. I recall wandering to the lobby to see a bunch of intoxicated old people calling my dad “Ronny,” recounting how he once drove around the … Continue reading Let Me Show You the House of Prayer
Month: August 2012
Beasts of the Suburban Mild: Part two
Summer pickups and drop-offs have a slightly different flavor to them. In a town like ours, diversity, where it exists at all, is economic. The “diverse,” are pretty much priced right out of summer camp, so it’s us beasts who dominate the pickup zones and parking lots. Often we don’t know each other outside of … Continue reading Beasts of the Suburban Mild: Part two
Beasts of the Suburban Mild: Part One
A muscular flank, a well-tanned arm, the swing of a bag over the shoulder, a shiny leather satchel, or maybe a canvas tote with lots of pockets from which are pulled healthy snack food, game boys, ipads and iphones. The toddler hoisted on the hip, skirt adjustment, sunglass smear. Big, aviator shades. Tall leather boots. … Continue reading Beasts of the Suburban Mild: Part One