The representative had a dream. In his dream, he has just assumed office and his immediate assignment is to attend one of two meetings that are part of an emergency conference. He pores through a small guidebook that has been provided to him filled with indecipherable characters and symbols from an unknown language, searching for a clue to his assigned destination. He realizes in a paroxysm of the kind of subconscious clarity that occurs in dreams that he is standing outside of a long hallway that runs off to the right as far as he can see. Continue reading Election Day (A Short Story by John Swenson)→
Just last night, my pal Vince Danger and I were taking about Hurricane Sandy, and whether we’ll ever be able to hear that Led Zeppelin song again without becoming at least somewhat emotionally overwhelmed.
I tend to avoid getting political on this page, but the fact that New Orleans and other parts of the South have been completely devastated nuclear-war-style by Hurricane Katrina simply cannot be ignored. While I was grateful and relieved to hear that my friends in Supagroup and their loved ones had successfully evacuated New Orleans prior to the storm hitting hard, I’ve been obsessively watching the coverage on CNN until I just can’t cry anymore. Continue reading When The Levee Breaks→
