Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, October 22, 2017, 11:20 a.m. I never took a note. I never snapped a photo. I didn’t bring any business cards. I went to a football game. None of the above is unusual for most people. Oh, wait. Maybe it is. Sportswriters, or writers of any kind, for that matter, are …
Tag: reminiscence
Peace of Mind
Mr. Boylston was a cute little man. He came down for the free breakfast each morning, already dressed in a wool blazer he’d probably had for thirty years. His scent was of Old Spice and hair tonic, and it evoked images of times when families took taxicabs uptown to do their shopping on Saturdays and …
Nightrider's Lament 