Learn to Fly
The other day I was driving along on a back road and spotted a billboard that said, “Learn to Fly.” Seeing it was like receiving takeoff clearance to reminisce. I did learn to fly, a...
Author: John P. O'Grady
A Train of Memories
Sometimes when I have a little extra time, I just get into the car and start driving around looking for lost time. I never know where these junkets might lead. Yesterday, for instance, it...
The Dream Ends Somewhere
A knock on the door. This is a dream. I or whoever is playing the role here opens the door. Farrah Fawcett is standing there with a big angelic smile. I or whoever is...
Sojourns
Sometimes I reminisce about places I used to live. Maybe you do too. The older I get, the more it happens: For no reason, I’ll just start thinking about the house I grew up...
Philosophy Buries Its Undertakers
Dour Hour down at Pandora’s Tavern. A first-time visitor lifts his mug and takes a sip. He winces, he swallows, he growls: “This beer tastes like an obituary!” Bartender says nothing, continues philosophically wiping...
Wandering
Fourth week of February in the icy Northern Woodlands. The almanac tells us what to expect: “Raccoons go wandering on the warmer nights, and may not end up in the same den that they...
Live Better
The ancient Greeks practiced something called cledonomancy, a form of divination via random remarks. The way it works is you stick your fingers in your ears, then head out into the marketplace. At a...
No Nox
So called things have lives as well. They too get put away and forgotten. Sometimes in plain view.