But if you want certainty you are in the wrong universe.

“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.

There is no taboo in this room, and the sights, sounds, and smells of human indecency are both repulsive and alluring.

Outside of Bushnell someone gets a tire shot on me, and I have to put on the spare under a hail of crossfire. Fortunately, one of the other gunmen feels threatened by the poor aim of the first, so he opens fire on him. Feeling threatened, as anyone would, the original shooter returns fire. It … Continue reading There is no taboo in this room, and the sights, sounds, and smells of human indecency are both repulsive and alluring.

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