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December 28, 2012

From the Vault: 1983 (from 1998)

I can’t remember anything before 1983… I think it’s a subconscious reaction coinciding with the artificial source of love flowing down over me. Love? No… sympathy… and contrived at that. I remember 1983 clearly, though. It was sunny all year, even throughout the winter months. Uncle Jed used to joke that we would all die … Continue reading From the Vault: 1983 (from 1998)

December 27, 2012January 3, 2013

Ode to Siren’s Silence

It was 10 o’clock of a Thursday night in the city of brotherly love, the witching hour in some circles, when only the crazies and pseudo-crazies were out and about on South Street, so you know I was there. The year was 1995, but it could have been 1996 or 1997 as well, because it … Continue reading Ode to Siren’s Silence

December 24, 2012

This Old Park Bench

I wonder how I’ll be when I’m old. I was sitting on this park bench the other day thinking about how there are fewer park benches than there used to be. I mean, it was like you couldn’t go to a park without seeing at least one tree and at least one bench from a … Continue reading This Old Park Bench

December 23, 2012

Broad and Oregon

I was driving into Philadelphia on I-95, Bruce Springsteen’s “The Rising” playing on my car stereo, and I looked out my window to see the sports complex. Towering over everything was Lincoln Financial Field. Not far off was the Wachovia Center. Near it all was Citizens Bank Park. Three amazingly modern behemoths to house the … Continue reading Broad and Oregon

December 22, 2012December 23, 2012

Throwing the Rock

I remember when I first discovered I liked sports. It was baseball season, 1987, and the Phillies had a pretty bad team at the time, with the notable exception of Mike Schmidt, a Philly legend to this day. However, I became obsessed with the pitchers on the team instead. I wanted to be just like … Continue reading Throwing the Rock

December 20, 2012

From the Vault: Conflicting Generalizations (from January, 1998)

So here I sit in morbid anticipation, waiting for the long night to swallow my indifference and make my halting words clear. It will never be the same, I guess. The plaintive cry echoing out over the stereo calls to me. The sounds of Gavin Friday drowning out my seemingly endless problems. “I walked on … Continue reading From the Vault: Conflicting Generalizations (from January, 1998)