April 6th, 1953 – Following are excerpts from an exclusive KTAR interview with J. Howard Pyle and the CEO and Founder of Mengel’s Miniatures, Joseph Mengel. JHP: Dr. Mengel, can you tell us what Mengel’s Miniatures represents? JM: Yes, of course. It represents freedom. It represents fathers at baseball games. A work-day that ends when you walk in the door. It represents food on the table, … Continue reading Interview With Joseph Mengel
“Do you want to feel your partner’s sweat or their heartbeat?” She says. I sit there and begin to think about how little I understand dancing. “Yeah, uh, their sweat.” I tell her, not wanting to feel much of anything in, or on anyone. She begins to tell me about how the Spanish love to sweat on each other. “Yeah.” “I know- yeah” I say … Continue reading Dance Dance Generation
Charlie was the “friend” that, when someone asks you, “have you ever had a rich friend,” you think of him, roll your eyes and say, “oh yeah.” Unfortunately, he was not the type of rich friend that when you say, “nice sunglasses,” he’d say, “have them.” The opposite in fact. Charlie relished in his wealth and its power over people to the point where he … Continue reading Pin-up Girl Tattoo on a Baby’s Inner Left Thigh
“Rise and shine!” Henry’s mother belted out as she set the sunlight loose on Henry’s bedroom. She continued to sing replacing all the words she didn’t know with hums and do-das. (Which were all the words except rise and shine) She transitioned to “here comes the sun” by the Beatles and knew a few more words “Here comes the sun do-do-do-da” she called over him … Continue reading Dum-dum-di-da-di-da and Other Hits by Henry’s Mother
The Future King stood in his high tower staring down at the crowd. “Why are they so afraid of me?” “People who are truly afraid make no noise at all. No, that is not fear, it is hate.” Mr. Hunhau whispered from behind a shadow. “I didn’t want this.” The Future King mumbled. Mr. Hunhau laughed. “You asked for power, not love. I have given you … Continue reading The Future King – Bonus Story (In light of current events)
My little brother sent me a recipe he found online called Stuffed Zucchini. You make yourself a thick meat sauce (sausage or ground beef, your choice). You take a zucchini and scoop out the innards. Take those innards and mix it into the sauce. Let it simmer for a bit then stuff the shells of the zucchini with your meat sauce. Cover the whole mess … Continue reading Disco and Perfume in a Stuffed Zucchini
My mother has a recipe for something she calls Pizza Bread. Take a choice of meat, onions, garlic, pasta sauce and cheese. Roll it all up in a hunk of dough and bake on 400 degrees (230 celsius) for 12-15 minutes. No one told me that we were walking into my mother’s pizza bread. In St. Petersburg, we trod along with the cold and the … Continue reading Chocolate and Poison in my Mother’s Pizza Bread
Two men sit in a café. The one eating a donut looks across at the one eating dirt from underneath his left-hand index finger and says: “Y’know, I should rule the world.” “No you shouldn’t,” says The Finger Man, wiping the dirt off his tongue with a napkin and moving on to his middle finger. “Yes” protests The Donut Man “Give me absolute power and … Continue reading Donuts and Fingernails
A crack between two high-rises in downtown Chicago is home to a quaint little French bistro run by an elderly Chinese couple. On May 12th, 2003 Mark Trout sat in that restaurant feeling like a punchline to the cruelest joke in the universe. He cried into his escargot. A young man ordering Lo-mien to-go glanced sideways at him. “Hey, you alright man?” Mark Trout sucked in a bit … Continue reading Mark Trout and The Day After The End of The World
