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 […]
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
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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Traffic rushes past you and pedestrians scramble on foot in the loud and incredibly dense Tokyo city streets. Japan has a culture and language you know little about, but after all, you came here to learn. First things first, though. You’re so hungry, you could eat a zebra. You walk into the nearest building that
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←Part Two Country Life with Fred The Stock Market Crash of 1929 hit everyone hard, including the newlyweds. In early 1930, they moved to the outskirts of Redding, Connecticut, to a 55-acre farm for their retirement. They, like many during that time, felt they could live cheaply off the land. That spring, Ruth Stout
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