Back in May as we were preparing to move back to New York, I realized that I had a visitor sitting on my desk. My nephew Mark in Utah had sent Flat Stanley my way, and for months I'd done nothing with him. The school year was soon
Some of you know I co-produce and co-host a monthly reading series, Tuesday Funk, at a great little bar here in Chicago. At our October event about three weeks ago, I read my story "The Visitors at Wriggly Field," which was written two years ago in support of
Batter up! My pulpy new short story, "The Visitors at Wriggly Field," is now online as part of the Pulps series at ChicagoIn2012.org. It's probably my first sports story, and may well be my last, so I hope you enjoy it. (The illustration is by
Whoever told Lidle he couldn't hit the side of a building must be feeling awful this morning.
Holy cow, how about those precedent-setting Red Sox? I may be taking my life in my hands here, but I for one am thrilled to see the Yankees getting spanked like this. I was out at a bar in the Village Monday night during Game 5. The game was on
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