July 28, 2017

Whenever I tell people that my father went to Mount Saint Joe Catholic high school they always seem surprised. I’m not sure if this is because they know me or my father.

“Most of those guys are probably in jail by now,” my dad said as he pushed his plate away, finishing his omelet. "Yeah we used to r...

July 20, 2017

On Chicago's Green Line, heading North and West, I was sitting just in front of the middle of the middle car on the right side as the train moved forward. The train was crowded. I had boarded with Nicole, but we couldn't find two open seats together. She sat a few seats to my left, both of us with o...

July 14, 2017

It’s 12:30am December 20th.

A flash of light catches my eye as I drive down King George street. A woman is in the street frantically waving a flashlight. I hesitate for a moment. My building is yards away. I’m almost home. Do I stop?

I apply the brake before I have time to answer the question for myse...

July 3, 2017

In the winter of 2009, my Dad needed to drive to Glen Bernie to pick up a drum kit for my brother. It was to be a Christmas present that he didn't even ask for. I asked if I could drive because I was trying to log my hours so I could get my driver's license. He didn't check the weather, or even look...

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