When we land the flight attendants warn us to move as quickly through the airport as possible. “There is a van waiting outside for you. The driver is holding a sign that says 'Rothschild.' Your baggage will be brought to you.” “What's this all about?” I say, but when she opens the doors, and we … Continue reading The mob in pursuit throws dead rats at the van.
In Paris we have time to deplane and walk around to stretch our legs. I get two cups of coffee and croissants, and start to rejoin Katie, when I see that Wasserman has found her. He‘s carrying a light carry-on and looks even older than I remembered. They seem natural enough together. Maybe it won't … Continue reading What kind of librarian can’t organize things?
Katie and I stand behind the blue screen totally naked. Since the NRA/NSA/RNC debacle—truthfully, my political troubles are such that I can no longer keep them separate—I have been placed on numerous watch lists. I know better than to protest the indignity, and it is a point of pride that I suffer them with pleasant … Continue reading Since the NRA/NSA/RNC debacle, I have been placed on numerous watch lists.
“May I speak with Ramdas Bingaman, please?” “Speaking. Who is this?” “Charles Bellaforte in the ISBL front office here.” “Ah, so good to hear from you, Charles. I was beginning to wonder.” “Sorry about that, sir. I have been on the phone with Regency Travel all day trying to arrange your flight to Uzbekistan. In … Continue reading But if you want certainty you are in the wrong universe.
I follow everyone's gaze to an elevated platform at the front of the room. JT McDrew appears with a little person, both of them naked and oiled up to a shiny bronze. JT takes a microphone from a stand. “That's some good fuckin, y'all. Y'all keep it up,” he exclaims. The crowd cheers. “I know … Continue reading JT McDrew appears with a little person, both of them naked and oiled up to a shiny bronze.