When you’re a little kid, it’s easy to make friends. For the most part, your best friend is the kid next door. Or the kid who sits next to you in kindergarten class. But as you get older, and you come to realize how big the world is, friendship by proximity no longer works. Instead …
“Can I get a Franziskaner?” “A what?” “Franziskaner,” said my friend Jerry. “Franziskaner Hefeweizen.” “I’m not familiar with that,” said the waitress, who was 30 going on 65. “What’s in it?” “It’s not a cocktail,” said Jerry. “It’s a beer. A Hefeweizen, to be exact.” “I don’t think this is a Hefeweizen kind of bar,” …
I’m a big Ernest Hemingway fan, and while my favorite one of his books is The Sun Also Rises, I’m also a big fan of his posthumous memoir, A Moveable Feast. And in fact, that is one of the reasons I’m in Dallas today. A Moveable Feast is a series of stories from Hem’s days …
“I had a date the other night.” “Really?” “Don’t sound so surprised, Fred. It’s been known to happen.” “I didn’t mean it like that, Bob. I haven’t had a date myself in over two months.” “You haven’t?” “Nope. I’m not exactly a pimp. But anyway, how did your date go?” “Pretty well.” “Did you get …
Part 1: Drunken Pancakes Part 2: Deleted Texts Part 3: Out on the Street Part 4: A Movie Ignored I checked my phone. It was ten-thirty. Another drunken text from Joey. I would have to block him if he kept it up. I kept hoping he would wise up and leave me alone, but every …
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