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Louis stood at the head of the alley. Tents stretched as far he could see. Their flaps hung limp. It was hot. On the train down, two women had fainted and on the wagon ride over to the tent city his bowler had gath­ered a pock­et­ful of dust. They had fol­lowed a high ridge that […]

When you can feel it, when you look out onto the field, smell the dry dirt under­foot, feel the grip of the stiff blades, when you pour your­self into the pitcher’s body, that’s when real­ity is sus­pended and you are nei­ther on your seat nor on the field. You pack the ball in your glove. You […]

That’s my 12-year old son. I’m sit­ting in the leather chair play­ing around with a draw­ing pro­gram on the iPad. “What are you doing?” “Draw­ing.” “You can’t draw.” “Any­one can draw.” “No they can’t.” “Stay still.” A cou­ple of sec­onds. He watches me. He’s curi­ous, a lit­tle skep­ti­cal, and knows that I’m unpre­dictable enough to draw an orange cir­cle that I’ll […]

A few heads turned, like ani­mals at a water­ing hole. Then a few more, and they started to walk, these hip­pos and rhi­nos, egrets and water boars, zebras and ante­lope that we were packed with onto the sear­ing hot strip of sand between the crash­ing waves and the clut­tered edge of the Del­marva Penin­sula. T. […]

They stopped us at the bot­tom of the jet­way. We were the first ones to board, had scanned our tick­ets and paced down the car­peted walk­way with the pecu­liar metro­nomic inten­sity of reg­u­lar trav­el­ers. They weren’t ready for us. We were a mot­ley gath­er­ing: a tall, thin woman with a pinched face read­ing a faded […]

She sat at the back table by the big air vent that had never worked, some­times nurs­ing a cup of cof­fee, other times mov­ing quickly through an egg cream and a cup of soup with a look of vora­cious sat­is­fac­tion. Once or twice, she and Renee, the coun­ter­man, mur­mured to each other, leav­ing Renee with […]

I came home last night in a huge wind­storm. The gusts we blow­ing from the west. as my plane dropped down into White Plains, the wind caught the pock­ets under its wings and bat­ted at its nose like a wrestler try­ing to grab hold and slam it into the ground. At our house, the wind […]

via feedly.com The Chair Blog shares what I think is one of the most grace­ful and func­tion mod­ern chairs…using wood..designed. Posted via web from Dan McCarthy’s Stream

When Preacher stepped out of the ele­va­tor, he saw a man in a beige suit and pink west­ern shirt sit­ting in a swivel chair behind a huge desk, framed against a glass wall that looked out onto the bay. On the desk was a big clear plas­tic jar of green-and-blue candy sticks, each striped stick […]