i grew up in this town called 'downey,' just outside of l.a. suburb, white bread america boring, the type of town that cast me as town weirdo. and the type of place from which all town weirdos inevitably long to escape. did eight years of catholic school, then two years in public, first time … Continue reading a musing on zaire (my friend, not the country).
If you know me, whether in real or in virtual life, you know also of my love of baseball, particularly that scrappy band of a team — Dem Bums, the Trolley Dodgers that once hailed from Brooklyn. I had came to love them out of sheer rebelliousness, you see — he had tried in vain to raise me a … Continue reading just like he once spoke of babe ruth.