Something I’ve always hated about working for someone else is that you’re expected to believe (or convincingly pretend, in the corporate setting, anyway) that the people in positions above you are in fact superior to you. It’s just one more thing to gnaw at me during my time there. That expectation seems to be even stronger the further east you go
I love World Cup soccer (“football/futbol” to most of the world), so life is good now with all the games on. I’m ticked at ABC/ESPN for limiting all USA games to ESPN, which I can’t see because we don’t subscribe to cable TV. Of course, they do that to force people like me to subscribe, which I won’t
From somewhere on the Internet …
- Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
- Name the last five Heisman Trophy winners.
- Name the last five winners of the Miss America pageant.
- Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
- Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor
[from 1994, © 1994]
by Eric McGovern
It was a warm, humid night, as are most nights of August in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi. It was ten p.m. and, as I loaded my fishing gear into my truck and looked up at the full moon, I was getting anxious to fish. I started up the truck, drove about three miles, and turned down a dark dirt ro
A powerful earthquake measuring 8.3 on the Richter Scale brought Southern California to its knees just before dawn yesterday. Hundreds of buildings in the greater Los Angeles area were completely destroyed, dozens more rendered uninhabitable. L.A.’s newly-completed MetroRail subway system collapsed in on itself. Virtually every
I just started driving. I don’t know why. Boredom, I guess.
I left my house around noon. I’d had enough of watching football on t.v. and just felt like getting out. When I hopped into my truck I had no idea where I might go. East, I thought. To the desert, maybe. “See the desert,” I said to myself.
To the desert I w
by Greg* — [* not really]
There I was in Long Beach, California, having lunch down along the docks like I always do. It was a cool Autumn day, early November. I was watching the ships roll in … then I’d watch ’em roll away again. Whoa-wo sittin’ on the dock of the bay …
Sorry. I can’t get that song out of
[from July 1990]
Remmy pulled into the gas station and jumped out of his pickup. He went to the rear of the truck, checked his reflection in the camper shell window, smiled at himself, and slid the gas nozzle into the tank.
He left the pump on automatic and wandered over to a soda machine sitting next to the cashier’s boo
[from February 1990]
by Bill Holmes
The High Priest announced, “We must sacrifice a human life tonight.” The crowd of Mibuku natives milling around the fire immediately tensed and fell silent. Suddenly, the High Priest pointed his holy finger at a lowly servant fanning the Queen. The servan
by William Arthur “Bill” Holmes. © Copyright 1990-2010
[From September 5, 1989]
In the vast expanse of Llycete Spaceport’s docking yard on this below-freezing winter morning, the Mraclys, a small ship badly in need of a paint job, stood apart from the other ships. It stood out mostly because it was so ugly. Green on top, orange