Category Archives: Invisible Fist
“That Stain Is On Our Soul”
On the morning following George Floyd’s death, I sat at my desk, ready to pick a fight with Sanford, Florida. I only lived there a short time: high school, and the following year, and couple of summers between college semesters. … Continue reading
Scaling Mount Dora
In the Navy My friend’s father, was a retired Naval aviator who had been stationed in, and later retired to the Central Florida town where I spent my high school years. The military base was later decommissioned and now known … Continue reading
I Don’t Care If I Never Get Back
Just Passing Through I first arrived in Chicago in late summer of 1992. I intended to only stay about two weeks before returning to the East Coast. As I neared the end of that two-week period, the temperatures had cooled … Continue reading
Forever Young
Up, Up, and Away! Like just about all of you, I’ve been in a constant, sporadic, focused, distracted, elucidating, confusing, exhilarating, and exhausting state of reflection. That is, the moments of reflection when I’m not consumed with ennui and staring … Continue reading