LOOSE MARBLES
December 31, 2007
Before it slips my mind, I happened upon this band in New Orleans last month and felt like I had been beamed back to my Gypsy Jazz roots. I heard a tuba, and looked into a window, and there were people dancing on the chairs and the bar, and a tuba player was following them around the room as he played. Read more
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The cop looked in the dumpster and noticed a picture of his wife. He had just received a complaint from the Olympic Sports store that someone had dumped bags of garbage in their dumpster. That someone was me. I’d cleaned out a few drawers of hometown memories that morning, – high school notebooks, graduation pictures, diplomas, clippings and headed into what I thought was a free-for-all dumpster tucked behind a strip mall. After I threw the bags into the dumpster I took a walk with the dog and when I returned to my car I was met by the policeman and the assistant manager of the Olympic Sports store. Read more »