We get into Wilmington at around noon. The snow has just about stopped. The train leaves you on an outdoor platform—and there the city is. Colder than hell. Everybody thinks we’re crazy to not take a cab or, saints deliver us, a BUS to the hotel, but I googled the thing, it’s like a mile, … Continue reading brrrrrr
Category: Tales
Riding the Rails
Ani DiFranco’s guitar is played like a hard-rid horse, taped-up fingers clawing at its midsection, fret hand yanking away from its neck with each defiant twang. You almost feel sorry for the instrument. But you never feel sorry for her. Not with that smile, that joyous swagger, that self-assured survivalism she’s had since birth. DiFranco … Continue reading Riding the Rails
Feb. 21, 2009
This would be Bob’s first entry into blogness. Bob is not sure about this. Or anything else for that matter. That is why it has taken Bob so long to get around to it. The blog frightens Bob. The blog does not come with the usual cadre of editors and copywriters who protect Bob from … Continue reading Feb. 21, 2009
The Esquire Napkin Project
From Esquire Online: It's an old story, we figured. Someone, in a bar somewhere, scribbling on a napkin in the failing afternoon light; the kind of story or list or note that might be crammed in a pocket and pulled out years later to tell something deep and forgotten -- perhaps life's most intimate first chapter, … Continue reading The Esquire Napkin Project
Bob Flaherty 