As a suburban kid, I played marbles on dirt. My bag of marbles: cat’s eyes, clayies, steelies, micas, and agates.
Author Archives: Marshall
Burgers, Zits and Unrequited Love
I leaned my bike up against the building, walked hesitantly around to the back, and rapped on a screen door
Shore Lunch
In a galaxy far away, when I was in my 40s, I would fish with my son, my brother, and friends on the Big Piney River in east central Missouri.
What’s On Your Bookshelf?
What interests My Life’s Editor and me are the bookshelves behind the talking heads. We peer closely at the books,
Learning at the Feet of the Sensei
Steve, the goateed one from Ohio, and I, the Old Road Peddler, waited on the Maximo Park boat ramp. We were tight, nervous