by Charlie Riger A long winter’s nap is rudely interrupted by the loathsome clang of a cheap brass alarm clock. It’s 4:00 am, and I grope hastily in the darkness to find this menace and silence it for the next 24 hours. It will be a long time before I develop the ability to wake […]
27 August 2014
If It Isn’t Luck What Is It?
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It’s a sweltering August afternoon in Miami and the bus isn’t air-conditioned in 1955. I’m twelve years old and I’ve been to Burdines downtown and lunch with my daddy at Polly Davis Cafeteria which he manages. Packages in hand, I board bus #28 and head home to S. W. 6th Street. While I’ve taken Bus […]