One day in 1969, when I was about three years old, my parents gave me the earth and the universe.
Just Say “Yes” to 1979’s “No Nukes.”
A house is a machine designed to keep your peanut butter safe from wild animals. Things good and bad happen in houses over time. There are spiders on the basement ceiling and scratches on the dining room windowsills from dogs long gone (but who were once endlessly angered by the mailman). Houses are piles of…… Continue reading Goodnight, house.
Time is running out to enjoy this true story.
Are you emotionally and physically capable of wearing pants again?
It’s been 49 years, but I’m just now realizing that my second-grade music teacher, Ms. Davis, must have been going through some serious shit in 1972.
One by one, all the fads made a drive-by appearance at our house on Lowe Ave. in Stoughton between 1971 and 1979.
Tackling the “Museum of Me” challenge, with a little help from the author of the must-read book “Discardia.”
One of my favorite things about this article from 1994 is how I had to put so many words and concepts that are commonplace today in quotation marks: “online,” “e-mail,” and “cyberspace.” And, yes, I used the term “information superhighway.” It was a simpler time.
The albatross and the whale, they are my brothers. I dig it, whatever that means.