I step into the maw of the cavernous Orlando Convention Center and am assaulted by the screaming of at least five hundred teenage girls. The air is peppered with arcing white volleyballs.
Author Archives: Marshall
Come Back, Huck Finn
When I was fourteen, boys were abundant on street corners and empty lots. They were shooed out the back door on a summer’s morning and not expected back until supper time.
“The Doctor Will See You Now….”
I have shoes older than my new primary care doctor. He has a pageboy haircut, like Prince Valiant…
Election Day
“I’m worried about you,” my sister Peg said. “Are you sure you’ll be safe?” I had just told her I had volunteered to be a poll watcher.
Get a Job
I envy men who have had a profession, men who always wanted to be an actuary or a toll collector on the New Jersey Turnpike. I was born into a military family. My father, both grandfathers, a grandfather’s brother, my brother, three of my cousins, and a brother-in-law were military officers.
Marshall Craig 