December 14, 2019
In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 4: Football as it Is
The Death of the Ball Football was played mainly by older boys. They had a real three-rand leather nipple ball. They took us to their games…
December 11, 2019
6 to 6: El Pendejo
I had an American guy in my cab the other day. He was pushing 60 and had a face like an alcoholic attorney. As I was transporting him, my wife, who…
December 7, 2019
In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 3: Cognizing Life
Sadist Uncle Zhora The Crime For the first time, I faced the most severe flogging of a child during the first summer school holidays; this happened…
December 4, 2019
6 to 6: No Way
Costco fares are the pits. Negotiating my cab into the Costco parking lot on Saturday afternoon is like trying to fit a camel into a preacher’s…
November 30, 2019
In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 2: School? This is Just the Beginning, Baby…
The First Pass in First Class I remember the first class due to several events that were unexpected for me: the huge bouquet that my mother and aunt…
November 27, 2019
6 to 6: 112 Degrees
I was driving my cab through the parking lot of a monstrous apartment complex yesterday trying to scan the apartment numbers. Where the hell was…
November 25, 2019
The Problem with Freedom: A “Sins We Remember Fondly” Postscript
XIII. How many people, if they were given the power to instantly have anything they wanted, would quickly self-destruct? I believe it is the vast…
November 23, 2019
In the Shadow of the Belt, Chapter 1: Early Childhood
And Then My Childhood Began... My very first childhood memory is a bunch of dead rabbits. After graduation, my father looked for work, and we moved…
November 20, 2019
6 to 6: Book People
I am on the freeway in my taxi going the speed limit with a passenger lady reading her book in the back seat. Without warning, a truck darts in front…
November 16, 2019
In the Shadow of the Belt: Introduction
How Do You Discipline Children? In various countries, physical punishment of children is treated differently. According to my friend, a purebred…