Homeward Bound: A Transplant's View of Southampton

Note: This essay is from the book Southampton St. Louis: An Unconventional History. For ordering information, go to tp://www.southamptonstl.org/history. Ellen and I moved into our Southampton house on Neosho Street in April 1999. She was about seven months pregnant...

Chase the Dragon: The Uses and Misuses of Memoir

We build our lives on lies. The stories we tell about our pasts are just that–stories. We either¬†ignore the bad and romanticize the good or we ignore the good and exploit the bad. Either way, the result is less than truth. If I wrote my memoir in the traditional...

Awakenings

Today, Maggie comes home after spending election week in Washington, D.C. It reminds me of a similar trip I took in February 1984. My first plane ride and my first trip outside of the Midwest. I, like Maggie, was 17. I had somehow been recruited for a program called...

The Bully on the Bus

In college, I rode a bus from my apartment complex to campus and back every day. Some days, a girl rode the bus who, I liked to think, was like me. Quiet. Shy. Serious. From the way she dressed and watched the familiar Columbia, Missouri, streets glide pass through...

Keep On Rockin' in the Joe Town

In the late 1970s, my hometown of St. Joseph, Missouri, was a hotbed of pop music criticism. The reason was two young reporters at the St. Joseph News-Press and Gazette, Conrad Bibens and Terry Jordan. For a couple of years, I faithfully clipped their album and...

If You Really Want to Be My Friend

Just when I think Facebook has worn out its welcome, it surprises me. Today I saw a birthday notification for my old friend, Dayan. Well, I'm not sure "friend" is the right word today, except in the Facebook sense, but "acquaintance" isn't sufficient either, and...