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The Hobo Smelt
At the end of March and in early April of every year, the smelts of Lake Michigan decide to kill themselves. The little fish haul ass from the ...
Janky Ohio
In the Shreve High football stadium,I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benw...
Star for the Night Radio
For about a decade, I had a job working in radio. Not really a career, as I was only full time for about a year, mostly I reviewed horror and c...
Star for the Eternal City
Chicago is never more beautiful or dangerous than it is at night.
The workman-like, bustling, hurly-burly like endless hustle of daylight become...
Star for Tuscon – January 8, 2011
There was a time when I regarded the Tea Party as noisy, but mostly harmless geeks. With their triangle hats and Jefferson quotes, they remin...
Star For a Ghost Town (Southeast New Mexico)
On the drive to Los Angeles last year we went south to Texas and then west, hugging the Mexico border as often as not– mostly on Routes 20 and 1...
Star for Western Avenue
As any good auto thief or auto parts thief can tell you, Western Avenue is home to the Midnight Auto, the night and day marketplace for hot cars...
The Gypsy Star
In conversation a few weeks ago, a friend of mine made a remark about “fucking gypsies.” I was a little surprised and he elaborated, “Hey, they...
Star For The Aviator
Nothing scares me like flying. Whenever I board a plane, images of flaming balls of carnage go through my mental highlight reel until I convinc...