Bodaciously blue, she is a baby butch. Ceding genuine butch to my friend Ruth's larger Subaru Crosstrek, I steadfastly maintain that my Impreza Sport, named Moxie and tricked out with extra trim and interior delights, is cuter.
What Susan Made of My Birthday
May 2016 Twenty-seven years ago today, we pulled into the gravel parking lot of Lisa’s one-room “studio” apartment in Susan’s white four-door Jeep Cherokee, “Butch Running Truck.” Ostensibly, my friend Lisa was making the two of us a treat for my birthday. We climbed steep outdoor stairs and knocked on the glass door. “Surprise!” Lisa […]
Material Embodiments
I first met Susan’s dining room furniture when we visited Fortress Fine Arts Storage in Boston, known to I-93 travelers as the building with the inflated gigantic padlock. I was in awe of the central elevator platform, which was large enough for a car, and the mystery of what valuables were within each surrounding compartment. […]
Notes from My Trip to the Old Country
G.P.S. A few weeks ago, I travelled back to Lincoln, Nebraska, my hometown, on what’s left of the prairie. I hadn’t been back since my parents moved 15 years ago and, for 20 years before that, only at Christmas time. Now, in a blink of an eye, it was Lincoln High’s 35th reunion, and the […]
