At the grocery store near my house, it seems like half the parking spots are reserved for special groups. This is a gross exaggeration (do you expect anything less from me?), but it feels like it’s true when trying to find a spot on a busy evening.
Author Archives: Nathan
Easter 2020
When I was a kid, I remember reading a book about Antarctic explorers. These intrepid explorers lived and sometimes died in a frozen wasteland. I was reading this book over the Summer, and I remember feeling acutely the cognitive dissonance between a sweltering, humid summer and the descriptions of the dry, cold land I wasContinue reading “Easter 2020”
The Blown Call
In June of 2010, Armando Galarraga was literally one out away from pitching a perfect game for the Detroit Tigers. A perfect game is a big deal; still one of the most amazing feats in professional baseball. Umpire Jim Joyce blew what should have been the final call of the game, calling a runner safeContinue reading “The Blown Call”
The Game He Played
It’s so easy to kill a human being.Flash, bang, little moan, meaty thud.Seven billion creatures on this planet.One less? Who cares.People come to me with their problems.I play the game, I deliver the goods.Day ends, I go home to a loving wife Lying dead on the floor.Too many holes in her head.Who? Why?It’s too easyContinue reading “The Game He Played”
The Accidental Car
After moving to New Zealand, I decided it would be convenient if I had a car. So I started looking around on TradeMe, the New Zealand version of eBay. While I was looking, I found a 2000 Alfa Romeo Spider that was totally sweet. And the auction ended in like 20 minutes! And it seemedContinue reading “The Accidental Car”
The Rumor Heard Around the World
Several years ago the company I was working for at the time spun up a new “startup-like” project. This new project had a code name which is not important to the story; let’s call it Project Bob.
Pain
Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder whatContinue reading “Pain”
Before Adrianople
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The Gas Cap Girl
During a summer break when I was home from college, I went with my parents to their church. While on our way back home, we pulled up to a line of cars at a stoplight. Two cars ahead, there was an SUV with its fuel door open and the gas cap just hanging there. NothingContinue reading “The Gas Cap Girl”
The CD Binder, Part 2
Being a continuation of the story told previously, entitled The CD Binder, Part 1.
Strange Tales for Strange Times 