All Kinds of Pain

We lived on a little one-block street that ran parallel to a bunch of other one block streets on the East Side, in Providence. And every street was different. Methyl Street, one block north, had a Mark Twain/Lord of the Flies flavor. Tons of boys. Playing in the street, all the time. My brother startedContinue reading “All Kinds of Pain”


Wellsville, NY. The smallest town I’d ever lived in. Before that, it was cities. And then we moved inland, to a town of about 3,000, in the middle of farm country, hunting country. If I talked about Germany, or New Zealand, California, or even Rhode Island, my classmates would call me a snob. They thoughtContinue reading “Horse”