It is hard to understand the Age of Progress without actually being here. The world is changing, like it never has before. 50 years ago, all the world was a frontier. Nature was certainly stronger than man. Hunger was the norm and there was a paucity of goods available to all but the very rich.… Continue reading Day #50: Time
Day #49: Angel of Life
I’m a good man, but nobody sees it. What they see is an unwashed vagrant. A man who lives in his car when he has one. And a man who disappears before anybody has a chance to know him. They see the truth and yet they miss so much. Which is why my present circumstance… Continue reading Day #49: Angel of Life
Day #48: Private War
“I’ve got bad news,” said the General, somberly, “It ain’t popular.” The General is dressed in civilian clothes. We’re at a nice DC restaurant, one of those places with the sharp edged lines and soft lighting. He’s trying to fit in. Nonetheless, everything about him says military. He’s a man in his late 50s, experienced… Continue reading Day #48: Private War
Day #47: Walk-n-Shop
(Retail Business Journal, DALLAS) – In a blast from the past, a major supermarket chain recently opened an old-fashioned walk-n-shop mall in Dallas’ tony Preston Hollow neighborhood. The last walk-in-shop, a retail format widely considered a legacy of a more leisurely time, closed in 2019. The developers, Universal Mall Corporation, are the largest operators of… Continue reading Day #47: Walk-n-Shop
Day #46: Exodus 17.5
Shemot (Exodus) 17.5: 1. And the people remembered Amalek; 2. And they came upon a poster in the desert; 3. And it was a giant poster; 4. And on it Og King of Bashan was playing golf; 5. And the poster said “Performance, Delivered.” 6. And the people were impressed. 7. On the morrow, a… Continue reading Day #46: Exodus 17.5
Day #45: The Bug
I can’t believe how drunk I was when I stumbled upstairs to my apartment. The world was all shaking and I just wanted to sit down and wait it out. If it happened once in a while, it might have been okay – but that was the third time that week. Not that I cared.… Continue reading Day #45: The Bug
Day #44: The Man in the White Shirt
“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you.” The soldier is crying. His body is wracked with pain. He’d put up a powerful fight. They’d beat him, burned him, stabbed him and electrocuted him. Finally, they’d unleashed hungry rats on his bleeding foot. It is with that, the pain and vision of his flesh being torn away in their tiny mouths,… Continue reading Day #44: The Man in the White Shirt
Day #43: Going Upstairs
From a distance, the thatched roofs of the medieval village seem peaceful enough. There is smoke from cooking fires rising up from a few of the humble huts. The sky is blue. A castle looms nearby. There aren’t many people. So, from a distance, you have to strain to hear the arguing. There is a… Continue reading Day #43: Going Upstairs
Day #42: Ceylon
We are sitting in a tea bar, high above Manhattan. Far below us, taxis honk and the city is a never-ending stream of fast-moving cars and people. Not here though. Here there is peace. Soft music is playing through the speakers, a smell of freshly dried tea is wafting through the air and we are… Continue reading Day #42: Ceylon
Day #41: Licensing
The woman is tall and very certain of herself. She is standing on a podium and has thrust herself towards the assembled crowd – leaning into it. Her brown hair is held back by a band, but fraying bits of it seem determined to escape. Her eyes are alive with excitement. She thrusts her arm… Continue reading Day #41: Licensing