Image credit/Scott Wong “All the fat is the Lord’s.” –Leviticus 3:16 We parked our van at a trailhead on one side of a very busy road, which many here consider the local Autobahn for gamblers and gravel trucks. Crossing it, even with traffic stopped, takes nerve, and it’s not a place for people who hateContinue reading “Mr. Porky Sunshine”
Category Archives: Middle Age
My Naïve Melody
“Love me ’til my heart stops. Love me ’til I’m dead.” –David Byrne The day before I saw my doctor for a biennial DMV physical, my thirteen-year-old son announced his intent to go vegan, and a friend of mine from high school died of Covid. There’s a lot to unpack here. First, the 800-lb. gorillaContinue reading “My Naïve Melody”
The King of Luxury (Vinyl)
At sixteen years and counting, Perry has gone full grumpy on us. He snaps at every groomer who gets near his face, which is why his damp maw now looks like a pot scrubber.
This Is Where I Stand
Photo Credit: Matthew Lloyd/Getty Images For my son A young acquaintance of mine at a summer camp where we work told me at breakfast the other day that, because of my age, I am now part of a “protected class.” “Protected from what?” I asked. There were about a hundred things that came to mindContinue reading “This Is Where I Stand”
Pretty Bird
Photo source: https://petcomments.com/parakeet-cage/ Published June 30, 2021, Sierra Nevada Review 32, 127-137 When I was a graduate student in South Florida, I had it in my mind to write a short story about an embalmer who falls in love with a dead woman. But it wasn’t just any dead woman, which would have been creepy.Continue reading “Pretty Bird”
Some of Us Have Never Left
A note to Gold Arrow Camp’s summer 2021 Staff: Tomorrow is arrival day for the 2021 Gold Arrow Camp staff, which means a whole bunch of college kids will arrive here on the shores of Huntington Lake with their summer lives crammed in plastic drawers and their T-shirts labeled with camp nicknames, a decades-long traditionContinue reading “Some of Us Have Never Left”
Danger Is (Not) My Business
Chuck RadkeWord Count: 2,790 One evening, Karen and I sat with friends in a bourgeois little wine bar and laughed until we cried over a woman who lost a finger in a mishap with a folding chair. This wasn’t a thing that happened right in front of us. It was a story we were hearingContinue reading “Danger Is (Not) My Business”
No Shot for You
Last Friday, after receipt of an email from a local school district’s office of human resources, I successfully registered for and secured a slot for my Covid vaccination at another county’s department of public health. I answered every item on the form forthrightly. The vaccine was only for educators over the age of 50, withContinue reading “No Shot for You”
Renaissance Man
(20-minute read) A few nights ago, I was in bed reading a James Salter novel when Karen FaceTimed me all the way from the other side of the house. “We hike tomorrow,” she said, but it was more like she whispered it, like one international spy to another on a burner phone. For some reason,Continue reading “Renaissance Man”
Charles Lewis Radke 