Coffee, not Coffee

I’d just been in Shanghai a month earlier. There, most people know what decaffeinated coffee is. Here in Seoul, fewer seem to understand what it is, and those that do, I guess, only do if you can speak the language well enough to explain what you’re after. Having arrived at Incheon Airport near ten the…

Finding the funny of it

“Eventually, everything will be funny.” We were eating breakfast in the Palmer House. “It’s no gimme, it won’t just happen.” I’d lost my appetite. “It takes work. Listen to funny people, Bob Newhart, Steve Martin. Write out their jokes. And you take yourself too seriously. Write funny. Try self-deprecation. Exaggeration’s good. ‘This is taking a…

The Why of Weekends

“I think we’ll postpone the exam. Instead of Friday, we’ll have it Monday.” There was a general collective groan. “That way you’ll have the weekend to study.” More groaning. Contrary to what they may have believed, he didn’t love to spoil their weekends, be it having them study for an exam or write papers. He…

ON HE RODE — Chapter Nineteen

By the time I’m done sliding through loose dirt, detritus, and gravel (like the shale mountain scree in “Dharma Bums”), I’ve rappelled from boulder to branch of shifting cliffside, my guitar and beer bag bouncing along for the ride. At the bottom is the moist cool sand arcing in granular waves of stones, pebbles, and…

Distraction Enow?

Seeking distraction, I decide to tell the Buckaroo all I know about distraction, which amounts mostly to the mildly annoying sounds of civilization — aircraft, automobiles, and arboreal buzzers and blowers — and the pleasantly reassuring chirps, wafts, and fragrances of Nature. Obviously there are countless other kinds of distraction in this overheated commercial and…

Grandfather

worked the cane fields of Honokaa when his head exploded, the world clouded, his body weightless where it went limp– when the doctor suggested stroke, aphasia turned his tongue to stone. Scattered family members gathered, shattered by the news– the geometry of pieces mirrored indifferent truths, hope hung by shards. God didn’t wait for their…

Bus ride

He was wearing the cap decorated with pins, like many of them do. I walked down the aisle and sat next to him. I extended my hand out, thanked him for his service and told him my dad also served in Vietnam. He fiercely stared at me, then his wrinkled hand slowly welcomed mines. He…

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