Silver Lining
One Saturday in spring, I rented a 4th floor garret at a small hostel in Warsaw run by the metalworkers’ union. This was several years after the shredding of...
RIP, Man of Steel
In late 2001, a friend suggested that we go to see a show at a gallery in New York’s Chelsea neighborhood. I was not (am not) any sort of connoisseur, but...
The Walking Stick
I was walking into town to stock up on food and supplies before a coming storm. The dirt road over the hill had been cleared, so my snowshoes stayed strapped...
Not All Heroes Wear Capes
Fishbone were playing in Boston, but my friend Pablo and I didn’t have tickets. This was long before outfits like StubHub and SeatGeek ushered ticket resales...
Choices
I was at the hardware store, looking at several long butane lighters. They looked the same, were made by the same company, and all promised to produce...