Author Archives: dust exchange
A Calm Place
My Dad liked to travel. He and I took two vacations down the East Coast several years ago. I was sleep deprived, so I didn’t drive much. I wish I had done more driving with all the trouble we had … Continue reading
In Front of People
In fourth grade, I played Bob Cratchit in the performance of A Christmas Carol. My sister, who was always supportive, helped memorize my lines. I don’t remember being nervous or anything. In high school, the senior play for the class … Continue reading
The Promise Keepers
A friend from Seattle visited me in Nashville in the fall of 1997. We were both editors of underground publications. We had met briefly at a restaurant in D.C. three years earlier. In that cruddy little apartment on Evelyn Avenue, … Continue reading
The James River Greens
At one time, I fancied myself an expert on politics. I was an infomaniac, a news junkie. Every weekday, I would watch two local newscasts, Tom Brokaw, and the MacNeil / Lehrer News Hour. My favorite show was Washington Week … Continue reading
Strange Energy
Through high school and the college days, I heard whisperings of a New Age complex in the next county over, Buckingham. I would make deliveries to Buckingham for the family office supply business. There was one small sign on the … Continue reading
In the Shenandoah Valley
I went to visit friends in Williamsburg, Virginia. There is a lot of American Revolution history there. They have the neatest visitor center—they even had a movie in a theater. The woman at the help desk was perfect—she gave me … Continue reading
The Flower that Became a Boy
On a mild Wednesday evening in August of 1970, I was born. My first home was a ranch house with a full basement in Greely, Colorado. I was the youngest of six. My only sister had three older brothers and … Continue reading
