The Kid

In June 1997, right after Kindergarten, my family and I moved from upstate New York to the Boston suburbs. Almost instantly, Nomar Garciaparra and Pedro Martinez replaced Hans Solo and Chewbacca as my heroes. I had never played baseball but was now a crazed, six- year-old Boston transplant hooked by its baseball culture. Often, I… Continue reading The Kid

Make Your (Driver’s)Bed And Lie In It

Nine years ago, my current roommate and good pal, John, and I spent our first week of summer vacation at Driver’s Ed. We sat for eight hours each day, cramped in a stuffy, window-less classroom, listening to our misogynistic, hungover instructor, Mr. McPherson, babble on about his driving escapades. Once, he described the exact motorcycle chase scene… Continue reading Make Your (Driver’s)Bed And Lie In It