Sep 04
May God Grant Us the Blessings of a Cheap Used Car The bus comes when it wants. If it does. Today, it zips by me as I stand on the curb, waving my hands, while the rain floods my shoes. I’m late for work. Or will be. Didn’t bring an umbrella. 20 minutes ago, the …
Aug 24
One More Night, One More Beer Grant, a server I worked with a decade ago once said to me the restaurant business is the business of goodbye. We begin our goodbyes on our first day of every new job, as soon as we meet. Our bonds are sailors’ knots— tight as hell, but unravel easy. …
