I lost a few Christmases. They went and they loped off like a spooked deer.
100 Words on Love: Most of What We Talk About is Baseball
That was the last time I ever tried scoring a game. But he kept bringing me.
In Search of Henry Grimes
Henry Cherry had been an addict and a ne’er do well, but the music of Henry Grimes went beyond support, beyond the bass, beyond the beyond.
100 Words on Love: Love is a Streetlamp
Love is a burned calf your first girlfriend gets on the back of another guy’s motorcycle.


