The other evening, my wife and I went for a stroll around our urban neighborhood. At the corner we noticed a couple of wooden desk drawers propped up against the black iron fence in front of an apartment. Looking ahead down the street, we noticed a fellow shoving an enormous wooden desk along the sidewalk.…
I burned my bare feet on a hot stage yesterday, then worked overnight picking up trash at Lollapalooza. The stage on which I burned my feet was not at Lollapalooza (a rock music festival in Chicago); it was at the Morton Arboretum. And I wasn’t playing rock and roll; I was playing gamelan. It was…
“Glen, why is your window open?!” It was a fair question, considering we were on the school bus en route to Horlick High School in Racine, Wisconsin, and it was about ten below zero outside. A few moments later, my face red with shame, a tear of humiliation freezing on my cheek, I thought of…
A Wonder Of Feeling 