The Chicago Bears are my favorite team. My dad, God rest his soul, was a Bears fan. I remember the times of Walter Payton playing for the Bears. I remember the 1985 Bears crushing the New England Patriots, 46-10 in Super Bowl XX. They were known for their defense under the watch of Mike Ditka. I have multiple shirts representing the Bears, but that loss … Continue reading What Is Happening To My Bears?
“I think this is a good idea,” she referred to my being there to interview her. “When Chris (Dr Morrow) first brought it up, I had no idea what ‘great wisdom I had to impart;’ but if you get one started, an English professor doesn’t shut up.” Continue reading “Retiring English Professor Imparts Wisdom”
According to Steve, the wallpaper is a nasty green and brown. The carpeting is a shaggy rusty colored orange. This is at his best friend Rusty’s grandma’s house. The word about Rusty’s grandmother and her late husband is that they bought it years ago, when they first got married. Her husband, Gerald, liked it so much, the location, the scenery, and the decorations, that she … Continue reading “Rusty’s Grandmother”
Dave knocked tentatively on his boss’ open door, still holding the sticky note summoning him to her office. “You wanted to see me, Ms. Levin?” “Yes! Please, have a seat. How are you today, Dave?” Her voice was cheery, her motion toward the chair smooth, but her eyes were narrowed, scrutinizing Dave’s movements, words, and aura. “Fine. Good. Fine.” “Dave, we—your co-workers and I—Bethany, in … Continue reading “The Working Dead”
My mother always tells me that I had to have gotten my artistic bent from my father because she was a woman of science and logic and he was full of shit and tall tales. Of course, she told me this not because she thought that I was full of shit and tall tales, but because she was continually astonished by the numerous and significant … Continue reading “The Last Woman”
