“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.
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For if playing by the rules guarantees that you lose, why bother playing?
Hammond Wry is the screen name of one Damen Ginzberg who lives in his parents’ basement in their middle class home in Hammond, Indiana. He understands the town’s bleak economic outlook, from its dearth of established high-paying jobs to the scarcity of interesting entry-level opportunities. Moreover, he recognizes, in part by overhearing his parent’s desperate, … Continue reading For if playing by the rules guarantees that you lose, why bother playing?
as if there were other offices hidden under dumpsters in the backs of alleys scattered throughout the DFW metroplex
I find myself sitting in a comfortably appointed office beneath the street. The couch is rich, Corinthian leather and I nuzzle the irony deeply. The walls are a mannish maroon, possibly owing to Willy’s father’s alma mater status at Texas A&M. The walls sport framed paintings of impressionist flowers that seem unobtrusive notwithstanding the fact … Continue reading as if there were other offices hidden under dumpsters in the backs of alleys scattered throughout the DFW metroplex
As they say in Rockford, nothing happens here but terrible, boring things
I realize it is unproductive to dwell on the past and turn the tv on. It is muted, but I think the pictures will at least occupy me. The host is bidding farewell to a very tall Asian man, whom I assume is a basketball player, and then the words flash on the screen: UP … Continue reading As they say in Rockford, nothing happens here but terrible, boring things
“That’s cool,” I said. “But I’m taking the stapler with me.”
The tie emboldened me as I had hoped it would. For some months I had been trying to get a new stapler for my department but found myself thwarted at every turn. The chain of command had to be followed precisely, and any deviance could end in termination. First my department chair would be notified … Continue reading “That’s cool,” I said. “But I’m taking the stapler with me.”
Author Mark Miller 