Monthly Archives: August 2013

Significant Moments in the Life of Kenny Rogers Reynolds, Aged 31

Posted on August 22, 2013 by RWadlinger

He is the only child of two only children who met at a Kenny Rogers concert. He insisted on wearing a plain white t-shirt on his first day of kindergarten, and made it to the school without having to put … Continue reading →

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Pocket Change

Posted on August 4, 2013 by RWadlinger

Sometimes when I’m walking home from work, I’ll see a guy I call Scarecrow.  Most of the times I’ve seen him, he stands in the strip of grass by the fence that separates Fulton Street from I-70, on the east … Continue reading →

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Apologia

Posted on August 2, 2013 by RWadlinger

Paper. The banknotes, blast them. Old Deasy’s letter. Here. Thanking you for the hospitality tear the blank end off. Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and scribbled words. That’s twice I … Continue reading →

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