The Best White Dancer In Washington, D.C. This was how, along with a devilish grin and way-too-bright eyes, the man described himself to me on this, the occasion of his forty-something-ish birthday party. The scene was the Boat House and I was being given my Marching Orders for the evening as the guests were coming… Continue reading The Best White Dancer in D.C.
The band was in itʼs early stages, so for us this gig was a big deal. It was four-nights a week at a place way down Pennsylvania Avenue in Maryland somewhere (Crosstoff? Fanbelt?) at what I call an authentic roadhouse. There were three separate rooms each with itʼs own street entrance. There was a big… Continue reading Love Plus Plus With Limits
I found myself lost. I had driven around in circles and into dead-ends for forty-five minutes or so and now I was completely and thoroughly lost. I thought I knew the area well, so when the bride's mother gave me directions, I didn't bother with the details. A big house with a big pink tent… Continue reading Reception in Pink and Black
It was a clear, bright Saturday morning in late September. School had been open for only a few weeks and was exciting, but more important, the World Series was about to start. Having been born to a left-handed father who was a serious baseball fan, and being left-handed myself, my fate was sealed… Continue reading Baseball Boy