Category Archives: The Three R’s

Chapter 11. Sunlight, nature’s best disinfectant was clearing out the last few doppler shadows…

Sun­light, as nature’s best dis­in­fec­tant was clear­ing out the last few doppler shad­ows warn­ing of hair­spray gob­lins on the lurk, but already too late for this crew because every­one was still cling­ing by half-painted vitamin-deficient fin­ger­nails from some angelic reef in the mind of por­tents. That is to say, every­one on this wing of the […]

Chapter 9. Mediocrity, or powerhouse upstarts never appealed to this writer…

Medi­oc­rity, or pow­er­house upstarts never appealed to this writer, my grow­ing pen­chant for actu­al­ity tables in every­thing that mat­tered, every­thing in its right­ful place, sported vis­ceral mus­cle all its own, but I was com­pelled to the awe­some place where rock solid dynas­ties swooned to the Icar­ian mys­ter­ies a sud­denly mol­e­c­u­lar under­dog brought into the scheme, […]

Chapter 8. When my firstborn left home, trimming the mouths to feed

When my first­born left home, trim­ming the mouths I had to feed from eight to seven, I cut back from four cups of rice to two. We ate rice nearly every night for years. Some­times with beans, some­times with a scram­bled meat dish. Lots of casseroles, too. Times were hard. Hello. My name is Peggy. […]

Chapter 7. With this letter to Philip Dare I knew February was turning…

The laws in this city are clearly racist. All laws are racist. The law of grav­ity is racist. I am mak­ing this trip to Africa because Wash­ing­ton is an inter­na­tional city, just like Tokyo, Nige­ria or Israel. As mayor, I am an inter­na­tional sym­bol. Can you deny that to Africa? Peo­ple have crit­i­cized me because my secu­rity detail is larger than the president’s. But you must ask your­self: are there more peo­ple who want to kill me than who want to kill the pres­i­dent? I can assure you there are. First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. And sec­ond, what can I say? I’m a night owl.

Chapter 6. Three nights before John Lennon was shot dead in front…

Three nights before John Lennon was shot dead in front of the Dakota, and all the fret world mourned el bar­rio del cor­pus christi was rel­a­tively quiet to the most casual observer, of whom I was one, belly up to a sat­is­fied mind after a quick hand­ful of tacos lengua and a wet bur­rito at […]