Archive for January, 2010

A Dirty Angel


My good writing friend, Michael Wells, a.k.a “Biggie,” author of I Shot Bigfoot & other stories, invited thirty or so of his Authonomy friends to participate in a short story anthology. Participants were assigned a song, selected at random from his iPod, and asked to write stories that the song inspired. I had the great […]

I don’t pretend to be a photographer, but once in a while I stumble upon the right place at the right time. A frozen pipe on my outdoor shower provided such an opportunity. I had neglected to shut off the valve to the outdoor fixture before we got hit with our first deep freeze, and […]

I am. I finished drafts of two short stories this week, and sent them off to a handful of trusty readers to pick at. What I got back were detailed,  insightful and astute comments that have made me look at both stories from angles I hadn’t seen. I thought both of them were fairly well […]

Holden Caulfield’s editorial got me thinking about his dad’s ardent defense of Catcher in the Rye, so I thought I’d give others a chance to access the court opinion and try to provide a little insight into the legal issue of “fair use.” Here I have confined the discussion to the most significant of the […]

In June of last year, the reclusive J. D. Salinger, author of Catcher In the Rye, sued in federal court to prevent the sale of  60 Years Later – Coming Through the Rye,  by Swedish author Fredrik Colting. The novel’s main character, “Mr. C,” is  a 76 year-old version of Salinger’s Holden Caulfield, and its theme […]

This is a true story. Welcome to my suburbia. My neighbor’s twenty-something son lives in the garage. He owns a motorized scooter. Boy, does it leave an impression. A hybrid scooter and gas-powered rocket, it propels the guy at a clip faster than I can run (as I learned one morning), with a 3-horse motor […]

The casual observer will peruse the lyrics I have written and deduce that I am a craven misogynist. Not true, obviously. I am a middle-aged white lawyer – what the hell do I have to complain about? My car repair bill? Private college tuitions? (Well, okay, I can wail Freddie King under the table when […]