Tunnel vision
I've got a real thing for tunnels. Not a small thing, either. What I have is a great big oversized granddaddy tunnel jones. I really don't know why that is. All I...
Memos from the MoonA collection of 25 posts
An early and often embarrassing attempt at a daily blog
Tie me up, don’t tie me down
I have two or three friends who belong to an organization called The Eulenspiegel Society, or TES. It's the country's oldest and largest sadomasochism organization, dedicated to promoting the safe and sane...
I want to hold your hand
August 26, 1985. It began as an evening of high hopes, grand dreams, towering expectations. It ended in dashed hopes, bitter disappointment, and crushing guilt, on almost every front. But at least the music was good....
Breaking the ambulance in
This is the story of why I'm cautious when I cross the street—though still perhaps not as cautious as I should be. I got off easy, after all. I was—what?—eight or...
Occasionally, um, terrifically satisfying
It must be going on two years ago now that came home to my Brooklyn apartment to find a message waiting on the answering machine. Much to my delight, the message wasn't for me,...
Drowning on dry land
St. George, Utah—a desert resort town a stone's throw from Arizona—is the last place I ever expected to find myself drowning. Likewise, I'm sure the last thing the patrons of...