Spitball Army

She sat, firm as a kettle drum,
As the Asian college girls lay on blankets at her feet
Studying organic chemistry.

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This photograph was taken at the Boston Hatch Shell, during an outdoor shoot for the film Yes, Giorgio, in June of 1981.

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I remember when you were building that fence, we used to watch the woman who lived on the corner walk her dog up the alley and let it take a dump right behind my house. She’d just stand there watching it, smoking a cigarette. You eventually got talking with her, and she coincidentally stopped using my backyard as her dog’s potty. Well, she died last year, after battling on and off again with cancer. We had become friendly. She used to ask about you all the time.

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There is absolutely no telling where it came from, but, for the last several weeks, I have had a ravenous craving for blueberry pie. On my few trips to eat out, it hasn’t been on the menu, though I guess I could have called around to ask restaurants in the area if they were serving […]

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The story’s author, Bonnie Tsui, chose to focus on four very different travel companies and the experiences they provide. Swim Art, for instance, leads swimmers to both salt-water (the San Francisco Bay around Alcatraz) and fresh-water (Lake Tahoe) locales in northern California, and the London-based SwimTrek offers a two-day swimming expedition down the Thames River that incorporates frequent rest stops at riverside pubs (for local color, I suppose, and “re-fueling”).

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