In my 20’s I hung out with fashion photographers, neon sculptors, writers and artists. We were an eclectic tribe of misfits. We had parties in large lofts in a down town industrial area. At one party my friend, Windy (his actual name), who looked a lot like Charlie Chaplin, fell asleep on the hardwood floor … Continue reading True Confession
I am an immigrant. I did become a Canadian citizen about 5 years after I got here. But before that I worked at a number of jobs but never once heard anyone give me crap because I took a "Canadian's job." I did have one rather snotty Canadian inform me (at Heritage Days no less) … Continue reading I am an immigrant
One Saturday afternoon, I ventured into the Asian Supermarket. I don't know what I expected, but when i walked through the automatic doors I thought to myself, it’s like Safeway. And so it was and so it wasn't. There were cuts of meat (many of them the innards of body parts I never considered to … Continue reading This is my Duck Gizzard Story. What’s yours?
I was young and living poor in Uptown Chicago. I was an on and off again college student. It took me seven years, maybe eight, to get my degree in Communications. I'd attend a term then hitch hike to California with my good friend, Karl. We both had hair to the middle of our backs … Continue reading What if most our heroes were wrong?