The Neon Cross

  The kids are in bed, my wife is drifting off to sleep, the garbage is taken care of and the doors are locked. It’s time to go for a ride. My 2011 Chevy Silverado 1500 5.3 liter V8 with crew cab is my chariot. Seven thousand pounds of steel and black leather interior waitContinue reading “The Neon Cross”

Warriors Wanted

I stand on the pitch, looking downfield. Fifteen grizzled men look back at me, squinting into the sun and slapping their chests rhythmically. Their captain calls to them. They respond with a war cry, thrusting their fists skyward. We charge in response. The sound of our feet is like the rumble of a thousand cavalrymen.Continue reading “Warriors Wanted”

Jiu-Jitsu is Saving My Life

 “Can you breathe?”  “Yeah.”  “Then, don’t panic.” ***  I pushed through the door to my kitchen this evening, holding a sweat-soaked gi. I could barely move my shoulder, and my hand was trembling.  The kids were doing homework, and my wife was sweeping the floor.   “Your head is bleeding,” she said.  I was too fatiguedContinue reading “Jiu-Jitsu is Saving My Life”

The Swamp of My Subconscious

I sprawl out over the sun-baked earth as if shoved. My hands burn from the scrape, and my face lands flat on its side. I get to my knees and blow dirt from my mouth. All around me is a barren wasteland. No vegetation or shade exists except for the thin dark clouds that blockContinue reading “The Swamp of My Subconscious”

The Unwritten Page

Tonight I say good-bye to an old friend. I’m not sure why I feel so sad about its passing, besides the fact that’s just the kind of guy I am. And yes, I find it strange that I personify inanimate objects the way I do. I don’t deny I’m a romantic. I say it’s strangeContinue reading “The Unwritten Page”

Isn’t There More to Life Than This?

Coffee, decades of pot-lucks, and just a hint of mildew permeate the cold white-washed concrete walls. A slow moving line plops spoonfuls of  hot food from an endless line of casseroles. Arthritic hands wrap around steaming cups of decaf and elbows come to rest on heavy folding tables covered in cheap plastic table-cloths. Ah, theContinue reading “Isn’t There More to Life Than This?”

The Carpenter’s Son

We were in Lowe’s for two hours today. Cedar or pressure treated?  One raised garden bed or two?  1x6x12 or 1x6x8? At one point, around forty-five minutes in, an employee came over to check on me as I stood there frowning slightly and staring up into the rafters, “Need any help?” “Hm? Oh, no manContinue reading “The Carpenter’s Son”

3 Gifts

The Sun A close relative of mine is hospitalized. It’s one of those horrid encounters where something small becomes more and more serious. It’s a tough week of ICU and “let’s watch and see,” comments from the doctors. Things  improve then his blood pressure dips. Blood pressure improves then his fever spikes. He’s middle aged,Continue reading “3 Gifts”

Faith, Fear and One Mother of a Tornado

“It’s the tornado siren take cover!” The huge crowd surges forward. They scatter over the wide flat land as I run for the line of trees ahead. There’s a small house or shed sitting there. I know it will offer little  protection, but what choice do I have? I get inside with three other people.Continue reading “Faith, Fear and One Mother of a Tornado”

God on the Uptown 1

The subway station at Columbus Circle is massive. It’s three levels deep, and spreads beneath 59th street like a giant ant colony. The 1, the A, the B, the C, and the D converge here, the halfway point between Brooklyn and the Bronx via Manhattan. Uptown, downtown, even crosstown commuters flood the station running forContinue reading “God on the Uptown 1”