Fat Man’s replica, the big death’s first egg, is polished and buffed like a Jemez pot, and white. Ceiling white, though, not the white of a Jemez pot, not the white made from a special place in the surrounding earth. Little Boy is well named, inflated younger brother, olive as only the Army could interpret […]
The phrase 52 Blue sounds like a card game or the name of a jazz tune by Miles Davis. In fact, the story of 52 Blue is a sad, fascinating phenomenon from the natural world. The popular press resurrects the story every couple of years because of its emotional appeal. For those unfamiliar with 52
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Toward the end of the eighties, My closest, oldest friend Richard Bohle was informed he had lung cancer. I don’t know if the docs told him it was terminal, but he figured it was, and set about getting rid of as much stuff as he could and preparing to make his departure as easy for
When I was in high school, getting a C on something as inconsequential as a homework assignment would ensure that my lunch period would be spent crying in a bathroom stall in a panic attack over my failure of a life, eventually ending in my silent acceptance of my future as a homeless person. It
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I dug for you in the deep rich soil, my hands plunging further and further into the ground, into the past, searching for traces of your soul, only to find a decayed, unreadable letter.
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In My Checkered Career, I wrote about some of the ways I discovered jazz – primarily through record stores and radio. But all through the 1950s, I listened mainly to the popular music of the day, both the residue made for adult audiences and rock&roll (very broadly defined) specifically aimed at the new Youth Market,
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