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Smells Like Thirty-Something

Sitting in front of us on the bus is a overweight young woman in a black hoodie and yoga pants. Perched between her legs and between a book is an iPod playing the Game of Thrones. She is both watching and texting on her large smart phone at the same time. My fiancee Jane is beside me and our down jackets still glisten from the cold rain. Lights of downtown traffic blur in the fogged windows and I quickly loose track of where we are. The young woman swats the yellow stop cord, gathers her stuff with one earphone dangling, pushes the door open and stomps into a puddle. We get off at the industrial park. As we dash down a dimly lit road, I wonder if Google Maps has played some horrible prank on us again. “No,” Jane says, “ this is it”. Two tweens are sitting at a high top table in the entranceway. One remains unmoved holding her head with her hand when we approach, “five-bucks,” the other one says. It is a “Tribute to Grunge” night and some thick Canadian boys, the band, have

Fridge Magnet

So here I am blogging, striving to make something from nothing. This is literally what writing is, but it turns out that not everyone has the same idea of what it is beyond this. For instance, I once came across a Medium article wherein the author pleaded with readers to follow him on Instagram and like his selfies. Worse still, he had a fair number of followers—and this what Medium is all about: Followers and endless articles about how to get them... and so we enter the death spiral . I am not here to give advice, or even get followers. I am here to make something. Something that can make you, the reader, feel something. With that said, let me step bravely into the future by digging into my past. That is, this seems a fitting time to share a blog I wrote years ago about, yes, a fridge magnet. Until now, it never had the right medium. * “Save the Date” ~ 2015 Shifting through my mail in the jail-like mail room of my apartment complex, a small embroidered envelope falls into