No matter how many years pile on, I’ll always remember that little girl perched, super-still, on that pristine, red park bench. I must’ve been around her age, seven or eight — maybe, young enough to wonder how a person could… Continue Reading
I was at the park and saw so many men with huge holes in their chests, playing their games. So much happened through the holes… Some had poles through them and were carried along, with their feet dangling on the… Continue Reading
The mechanic was right: the park was well-watered and peaceful, the ideal place to wait while he replaced my two tires that had been slashed that morning. I had attended lectures on people-centered management at the town’s Ritz Carlton, a… Continue Reading