Author Archives: thad

Norwegians vs. Scots

Jon studied acting with two Norwegians. A rudiments class aimed to get them in closer control of their physical forms. Jon and Tirragin – the rounder one, the extrovert extreme, a sixth Spice Girl that held up after the first few seconds – performed an exercise from that Physical Expression class; Physical Expression, that is, […]

Shore Sex

Infidelity was inevitable. Husbands and wives sat – together – on the beach all day, his own wife spluttered inanities on the beach all day. Was there some competition? Everyone saying the same old nonsense each day – there is a limit as to how much can be said about cheeky children, incompetent contractors, and […]

Matt and Harrison

They were fat because they were Mama’s boys. Matt’s mother had pampered him, babied him, stuffed him all his life. His fat was almost as old as him, congealed at his belly, a weight that anchored him to a chair. When he hurried, he swished along in a shuffle skip, like a ballerina carrying a […]


More than envying their 16th birthday Eagle Talons and Volkswagen Cabriolets, their country club homes and bedrooms with full bathrooms en suite; more than their finished-furnished basements and golf course backyards with infrequent and always foreseeable, or in the case of basement stairs, fore-hear-able, parental contact, I wanted the rich kids’ depravity. Condemned it in […]

Air Travel

Air travel is dreadful, as in dreadful. As in full of thick, hanging horror of the predestined. The sweaty palms, sleeplessness, and jerky reactions, I fear, tell my companions I am thoroughly terrified. Yet the flight staff doesn’t give me any special, soothing treatment. More than the stiff neck and cramped legs, it is my […]