The Boyz in the Boat
The Boyz above Flathead Lake after climbing Wild Horse Island A special group of men has been part of my life since we were barely old enough to call ourselves men. We met during our freshman year of college. We had little money, limited wisdom and no idea where our lives would eventually take us.…
The Shoe, Part Three
By the time Dirk sat in an interview room at the Charlottesville police station, two hours had passed since the delivery truck disappeared from the alley. Much of that time had been spent telling the story—first to a uniformed officer at the scene and then, in greater detail, to Detective Quinn, the broad-shouldered man who…
The Shoe: Part Two
Fifteen years ago, I left a man named Dirk suspended two stories above a Charlottesville alley with one shoe, a woman he had met only hours earlier and a restaurant employee smoking beneath them. It was not particularly kind of me. The post was called “The Shoe”, and it began with a green suede sneaker…