Monthly Archives: March 2015
What Might Have Been
In high school they gave us a test to determine which careers would best match our skills and dreams and personalities. There were dozens of questions about interests and hobbies and work ethic and attention to detail, answered in blackened … Continue reading
Fargo Freddie
Part 7 of the Northern Minnesota Project. In times of existential despair or confusion, Fargo Freddie liked to remember an inspirational quote he had once seen on a bathroom wall: Pussy ain’t free. To fully savor the best life has to … Continue reading
On the Ice
Part 6 of the Northern Minnesota project. Paul was four years old, a scrawny kid with shaggy auburn hair and freckles. In those days, he spent a great deal of time with Mrs. Augsburger in the living quarters above her husband’s … Continue reading
Lake Ayers
Part 5 of my Northern Minnesota project. The train’s brakes startled Lars. Typically, they rumbled past steadily, a rhythmic clacking that a man could grow accustomed to over time. This monstrous screech was something else entirely. He might have gone back … Continue reading
Rosie
This is Part 4 of my Northern Minnesota project. Paul Eugene Keillor entered the world on the last day of March in 1951. Unlike his father, he was an easy child from the beginning, when he shot out of the birth … Continue reading
Commitment
You’ll need to read this and this first for the following vignette to make any sense. Please–leave me some feedback. I could use it. Abortion was out of the question. Lars had rejected almost all of his Lutheran past, but he held tight to … Continue reading
Lars
This is a continuation of a story i started yesterday. You’ll want to read that first, if you haven’t. Lars spent every Sunday playing music for the Unitarians, who coincidentally held their services in Hamlet’s Tavern. They sang traditional hymns retrofitted with … Continue reading
The Sheriff’s Family
Below is a short piece of a larger fictional story. It is roughly inspired by this piece, which I suppose could serve as a treatment for where I’m going here. I’m not sure how often I’ll update this, but I think … Continue reading
...said the blind man... 