We all die a little bit every day. Some people, like my grandmother, commit suicide slowly. By the time I came around she was nearly gone. My whole life she struggled to breathe. I don’t remember what I called her, but her name was Doris. Maybe I called her grandma. I never called her granny.Continue reading “The Queen of North Street”
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A Legacy of Dreams Taking Flight
I noticed the wheels first. The five feet between the operator and asphalt alarmed me. A bastardized bicycle. What Londoners did to the passenger bus, this guy did to a bike. Some Athenians are not content with the distance between their head and pavement. It reminded me of Ben Epps. Epps’ discontent for the transportationContinue reading “A Legacy of Dreams Taking Flight”
Anthony Sadler 