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Kyle’s Drunk
Tuesday, April 14th, 2009
Kyle was drunk. He was holding himself on his elbows above his own handsome death reflection in the bartop when I sat next to him.
“Beer,” I said to the bartender. I scooted my stool to the ledge.
Kyle looked up.
“Budweiser.”
Dazed, he managed all this in one motion: he dropped his chin, raised it again, swung it back and forth from the bartender to me. He was moving his head the way his brain felt.
“Hey,” he said. He was talking to me.
“Hey.”
“You here alone?” he asked.
I said I was. He studied me. His eyes were washed over with alcohol and the corners were streaked with broken bloodvessels. I noticed a dark shape under a shirt sleeve that was the edging of a tattoo. His T-shirt was too small, too tight, and high on his arms. He looked less drunk as he sat up. He was collecting himself to concentrate on speech.
“You’re not here with anyone?”
“No.” I told him why.
“You need a shot,” he said. “I’m buying.” (more…)
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The items began collecting in 1994 when I decided to keep my first letter and some photographs from a girl I’d met one summer, which was also her name. The shoe box is filled with envelopes and corresponding letters written in girls’ handwriting, ticket stubs from concerts and baseball games, birthday cards signed by people I remember and some I don’t, and paper scraps with a young man’s wisdom written on them. The young man thought they were worth holding onto. (more…)
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The old man’s afternoon began with an egg boiling, a ritual carried out at five minutes after five during the week and just after 4 on weekends. He had a small under-cabinet radio and he stood at the range and listened more than cooked, his mind half-listening and fully agreeing with conservative commentators. This was the routine: remove a pot from the metal drawer under the stove, turn the burner on so that it could heat, hold the pot under the faucet until it was a quarter full, then set it on the burner, watch the coils turn warm to orange, listen to the crackling under its metal bottom, and finally watch for the ripple through the water as it braced for something worse. (more…)
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This was one of the first songs I learned the words to. I remember sitting on the floor around an upright piano with the other kids with folded legs. Ms. Bachus, our kindergarten teacher, looked over her shoulder at us us and raised her eyebrows – an encouragement to sing along. Her hands were arched and they lifted and dropped on the chords sounding rich and wooden in the piano’s belly. Kindergarten teachers were magic then in how they taught and entertained us, too, with real vaudeville talent. I was a nervous little boy so scared to go to school some days that I’d worry myself sick. I missed a full week that winter with a pretend illness that came about with no fever and no recognizable side-effects. Rehearsing this song for the winter music concert made me feel happy. It filled me with so much joy that I wondered if anyone could see it inside me.
Every divorced mother in the 80s piloted a white Chevy Citation hatch-back. They were affordable and family-friendly, with plenty of space, and most importantly, they weren’t station wagons. I rode in one with my mother almost always in the back seat so I could carry out battles between my action figures or lie on my back and watch the clouds. My parents were divorced in 1984, and for a time, I was worried that the judge might make me choose between living with my mother and father. I was afraid of what my dad would do about my choice. I can remember a dozen songs from that time, but this one is the most vivid. The mix reminds me of the way my little boy smiles while he cries when something upsets him, but he doesn’t understand why. (more…)
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Exercising a haughty vocabulary – particularly in a sales piece – can be a risky move for a copywriter. I don’t know about you, but if I was writing promotional copy for a book touting effective communication with employees, I don’t think I’d use the word “panoply” in the opening sentence. PR News dropped me a line with an e-cycle today that utilized this hook. I’ve pasted the opening paragraph below. Notice the semicolon and yet another vocabulary stretch, “foolhardy”. The person who wrote this is trying to tell readers something – and I think it’s that they are more intelligent than us. Or maybe that know how to use a thesaurus. But that does that make you want to purchase the book?
“In PR News’ inaugural Employee Communications Guidebook, we offer a full panoply of information that can improve your skills for many scenarios. Whether it’s recruiting and retaining talent or greening the workplace, this Guidebook will hone your understanding on how you can craft and ensure effective messaging to employees; it will also give you the resources you need to streamline all channels of internal communications. Putting employee communications on the backburner during this challenging period is not only foolhardy but a serious misstep that can have damaging repercussions from which your company, agency or association may never fully recover.”
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