Maybes and Should’ves: Dealing with Death, Thirteen Years Later

I tried, you know. I really did give it my best shot. But I couldn’t. I told myself that I’d never forget, never stop keeping your memory alive. But…


6 to 6: A Spiritual Adventure

I am dispatched in my cab to one of Tucson’s many “spiritual retreats.” I feel my chakras squinching up as soon as I pull in. A line of pine trees…


6 to 6: Morenci in My Rear-View Mirror

She exhaled marijuana smoke into my cab when she got in and told me to take her to Tucson Medical Center. “The E.R.?” I said. “You all right?” “I’m…


6 to 6: Suicide Lane

Yesterday on Grant Road, I got behind a 4Runner SUV, blue-gray, dirty, maybe ten years old. It was going slow in the fast lane. Rush hour. I finally…


Who Says Love is Dead?

Passion is necessary for sex, unless you are Mormon or one of those weird Jews. The ones with the hair and the insurance scams? Yeah, those ones.…


6 to 6: Next Time, Take Skyline

Dispatch sent me to a house in the Tucson foothills. It was a typical foothills community full of upper class false-adobe houses all painted the same…


Pink Petals of Desire

Tuesday, April 8 The cherry blossoms are in full bloom in the city, and for me, cherry blossoms always evoke the beginning of a new school year. This…


6 to 6: Traveling Mercies

She got Mother-Theresa-like into my cab in her brown dress and said: “To Saint Augustine Cathedral, on Broadway.” Saint Augustine was on the other…


Transmissions from Chicago, Part 2

There’s a common saying around here, and Chicagoans have doubtless either heard or repeated it. It has two variants, both meaning the same thing:…


Transmissions from Chicago, Part 1

Things were different here. Royko (RIP) said as much, back when this city was still Second City (now best known as some shit improv troupe; I’d…