12 years ago, we were the fathers of toddlers. Midweek we would tuck them in quickly, saddle up, and stretch our legs against the chainwheel press, searching for new corners, new quadrants, new haunts. In these early days, we shouted loud into deserted streets, a … Continue readingSuit Night 2018: Sicker by the (almost) Dozen
Open Endetta. Hammer switches.
Things have changed. Maybe not for Swanjuster, because he’s from the 30s. Gness needs his reading glasses. Dubzgruntled. Snowball fight with neighborhood nerds. A sort of homecoming sung across the snowy Rev Hall field. Sorry Mr.Trimet. Come back 15. Shuffleboard. Some awards. Some quotes and … Continue readingSnow Falling on Suitors