Our car is 20 years old, with 200,000+ miles on it. As I move to Seattle, the old Chevy needs to go 2,000 miles in a straight line with nothing falling off or blowing up, so I took it into the shop and gave them the (financially terrifying) instructions to fix whatever needs to be fixed. … [read more]

All the social media sites want you to sign up and log in. They want it real bad, but I am sign-up resistant and log-in hesitant. … [read more]

His reputation as a highbrow lowlife literary man has probably influenced my writing, but I’ve read very little of Charles Bukowski. Just a handful of his poems — enough to know they’re better than the dreck most people pass off as poetry. … [read more]

My wife’s favorite jacket was a purple puffy winter coat, so after her death I hung it on a coat-rack in the living room. Also on the rack: Her second-favorite jacket, and some of her blouses. … [read more]

Nine days after my first inquiry, seven days after my follow-up inquiry, I heard back yesterday from Legs4Africa.org. They’re one of the charities I’d reached out to, hoping they’d take my late wife’s prosthetic leg and put it to good use. … [read more]

Asleep in my recliner, I dreamt that my wife was was at work, and she’d be home any minute now. I don’t remember anything else about the dream. … [read more]

The terror of one person, aching in one place, alone… Bukowski said that, and lately that’s been me. I am sleeping shitty and barely, sometimes full of worries about moving. … [read more]

No amusing anecdotes today. No brilliant observations. Between packing, worrying, making new-city plans, Goodwill giving, hauling lots of stuff to my apartment building’s free shelf, and tons to the dumpster… there’s not much creativity in my brain, and no time or energy for writing and thinking and movie-watching. … [read more]