Jun 24, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Copper kettles and a minnow tank hold the “gold” in the shop I share with my grandpa Gil, whom I’ve affectionately called Gilpa since I said my first words thirty-some years ago. Gilpa and I own Oosterlings’ Live Bait, Bobbers & Belgian Fudge & Beer on the...
Jun 23, 2014 | A Day In My Life
I am Max Avtaikin, but in certain circles, I am known as the Bear. From the certain country of Eastern Europe, but now American citizen. We think. I much appreciate American history, particularly your Civil War, and so choose to live in your Halo, Georgia. Georgia has...
Jun 22, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Occupation: LAPD Homicide Detective The walls of Interview Room 1 closed in on us, the gray soundproofing foam torn and gouged by the nails and fists of angry men. I shifted in my seat, then winced—my bra strap and leather holster were both biting into the fleshy part...
Jun 21, 2014 | A Day In My Life
I kiss the kids goodbye, hug my parents, and head for work, knowing it’s going to be a long day. When I arrive, the place is overrun with cops. Not surprising since there was a murder here. Lieutenant Masoski gives me a long, appraising look. Does he think it’s my...
Jun 20, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Every time I think I’ve finally settled into my position as President of the Pennsylvania Antiquarian Society, something happens. You would think that a staid Philadelphia institution would run smoothing after well over a century, but you’d be surprised at what really...
Jun 19, 2014 | A Day In My Life
Have you ever taken a look at your hands? I mean a real look at your hands? Your fingers? Go on. Take a nice long look at them. Yep. Hold them out in front of you. Do you see the creases where your joints meet? Bend them. Up and down, up and down. Now. . .bend your...
