Sparrow 1
One morning in the fall, as I was drinking my coffee and staring at the gardeners blowing leaves around on the Quad, a sparrow flew right...
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Administrative
The Administrative Building is a gray slab of concrete. In the summer, when I keep the window to my office open, I can hear...
Harold
Harold, a professor of religious studies, called me last Thursday to ask me about funding for one of his pet initiatives. He studies...
Flight
Who would have thought that this is what it would have become. Humans dreams of flight for millennia. The strap wings to their arms,...
Gene
Gene collected stamps with his son Teddy. Stamps from Poland and the Soviet Union, from Nazi Germany and the Philippines. They sat over...
Flâneur
The most important characteristic of the flâneur was his anonymity. It wasn't his deliberate walk through the Parisian arcades, his...
Palmer Square: Summer IV
The next morning, I woke up and closed the job descriptions and threw the books off of my bed. I rubbed my temples for a solid five...
Palmer Square: Summer, Part III
Later, I was in the apartment and half conscious of a centipede that appeared to be sleeping (if centipedes sleep) in a corner of my...
Palmer Square: Summer, Part II
Tyler seemed unafraid. We met for breakfast at Longman and Eagle at eleven the next day. There was an Air Quality Alert and a Severe...
Palmer Square: Summer, Part I
The clouds of fireflies thinned and dusk retreated from Palmer Square, a clutch of green on Chicago’s Northwest Side. My adopted...
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