Dec 26, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Lillian Summer Fairview, why do you keep coming to Gabriel’s Acres every week to visit that husband of yours? More than once I’d been tempted to stab a losing scratcher lottery ticket over that pointy finial rising nearly hip high from the top of Harlan’s headstone...
Dec 25, 2015 | A Day In My Life
I will be the first to admit, I’m no saint. I have a terrible temper. I am impatient beyond belief with stupid employees. Stupid customers, I can handle—you run a restaurant, you run into idiots who think it’s funny to joke that the salmon mousse doesn’t have antlers...
Dec 24, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Running the James & Co. Antique Emporium is a full-time job. Restocking inventory, giving appraisals, bookkeeping, and banking keep me more than busy. I have help, of course. But my right-hand gal, Lindy, drives me crazy with her pink hair (this week), vintage...
Dec 23, 2015 | A Day In My Life
Joe Gale wakes before dawn, his body craving caffeine. A coffee addict, he mainlines his first cup on his way to the shower. He likes it hot, with a splash of milk. No sugar. Joe gets the rest of his morning fix at the Rambler, the diner that is the morning hub of...
Dec 22, 2015 | A Day In My Life
My dogs just stared at me again with those sad faces when I left the house today. It really gets me, but I plugged on. I usually walk them into town every morning, but this summer I’ve been riding my bike. An old clunker I picked up at yard sale, but it takes me where...
Dec 21, 2015 | A Day In My Life
It began most respectably, that day, the day I met gifted young Savanna, some kind library workers, and some menacing young men. I had a most respectable, even boring, goal: start the next chapter of my dissertation in urban history, specifically on how Brooklyn...
