A Brooklyn Moment

It’s early July and the temperature has been somewhere in the volcanic spectrum for weeks. The dead air too much to bear anymore, I yank at the screen window in an upward motion. Whoever installed it, however,  did so in a hurry. I’m left in  a tug-and-pull war of budging the unleveled frame inch by sweaty…

Hurricanes, Ants, and Toothpicks

I gently rocked my half-drunken glass of beer back and forth, making miniature waves that slapped against the side of the glass with a foamy crash. With just a sudden, sharp tilt of the glass, I could even manipulate the crest of the waves to curl over before impact. Those perfect, beautiful waves were just…

Backpacking in Baxter State Park (part 1)

 Tuesday, 9/4/12 One day after Labor Day 5:30 a.m. Two hours before I need to wake up, the sun is still to weak to creep through the closed blinds and my eyes are crusted and matted half-shut as I fumble around with the four buttons on the $10 water-resistant sports watch that I recently purchased for a…

The Great Googa Mooga or The Great Wait

Over the weekend, thousands of good men, women, and children were subjected to starvation and dire thirst. This was not the result of natural disaster or nuclear attack. The cruel and unusual punishment came in the disguise of a much-anticipated and -hyped food, booze, and musical festival called The Great Googa Mooga. Riding on the…