Throwback Thursday: The Goalie in My Socks
He had stopped my shot but started my destiny.
Throwback Thursday: Teeing Up Democracy
But I just promised him what he wanted and let the 50-something smirkers play through. Then Tim and I got up and out-drove them.
Throwback Thursday: I'll Take My Dreams With Extra Mustard
It was past his bedtime now; it was past mine, too. The clock in the car glowed with the green numbers that spelled midnight. Following the trafficker’s flares, I pulled into the river of taillights.
In the silence, Timmy’s mind must have wandered from the game and to his brother’s coming departure for college. “I’m gonna miss you,” he said slowly, looking at his new ball and then out his window.
Monterealization, CA
“I was coming to Monterey to see my brother. That’s what I had told everybody.”