I wrecked my car a few days after my dad disappeared. I spun out on black ice in Elgin, Illinois, wrapping the car around a utility pole. I had graduated college about six months earlier, and though flat broke I had bought a brand-new Pontiac secured with nothing but a job-acceptance letter. I am by…
As the water reached my chin and my feet lost contact with the sea bed, it occurred to me my friends could think I was about to drown myself in the Aegean. Not cool. I came about and swam for shore. * * * * * It was summer 1983, around the first anniversary of…
“Mariani? No, she left for England Friday.” I turned and gazed across the dining room of the pizza joint, tried to focus on something across the room as an anchor against the swell of emotion these words brought. I was at Portofino’s Pizza #13, in Kifisia, a northern suburb of Athens, Greece. It was the…
A Wonder Of Feeling 