Category Archives: Invisible Fist
“You’d Be Perfect For This Position”
In the go-go 1990s, when everybody was in a rush to do something ”internety,” I got a call from a recruiter, who breathlessly starting describing a position in the Chicago suburbs. I told her I lived in the city, was … Continue reading
“That Stain Is On Our Soul”
As mentioned in the intro to this series, I woke up with a chip on my shoulder the morning following George Floyd’s death. I sat at my desk, ready to pick a fight with Sanford, Florida, though I only lived … Continue reading
Scaling Mount Dora
In the Navy My friend’s father, was a retired Naval aviator who had been stationed in, and later retired to the Central Florida town where I spent my high school years. The military base was later decommissioned and now known … Continue reading
I Don’t Care If I Never Get Back
Just Passing Through I first arrived in Chicago in late summer of 1992. I intended to only stay about two weeks before returning to the East Coast. As I neared the end of that two-week period, the temperatures had cooled … Continue reading