Monthly Archives: September 2014

Kalamazoo- part 13

I didn’t love the teacher, mostly because she insisted on referring to the men in the room as “support persons.” This was after we went around the room and all introduced ourselves as the fathers, so this bit of sensitive political correctness was unnecessary.

Kalamazoo- part 12

tarantula!” (Judge me if you must.) At other times, and thank God I had a camera, I would put my big puffy headphones on Julie’s belly and begin the indoctrination early, with Shostakovich symphonies and “My Heart Belongs to Daddy.”

Kalamazoo- part 11

Fortunately, I always had a pretty realistic view of my father and his actions, even when I was a child, and I never labored under the misconception that what he was doing was right or justified, or that one day I would raise my own child the same way I was raised.

Kalamazoo- part 10

fortunate he was so much kinder than his own father. Herman was pure Texas; his sons were named Tommy Wayne and Bobby Ray, and that’s how their names appeared on their birth certificates. Herman had no time to waste with Thomases or Roberts; I was no junior, be­ing named instead after a distant relative on [Continue]

Kalamazoo- part 9

Transformer. “Zow/ It’s a crib! Zam! It’s a daybed! Ping! It’s a toddler bed! Boom! It’s a giant killer robot!” Our baby was the size of a hamster. We weren’t buying a crib be­cause we needed one yet and God knows we didn’t need to assembleit six months before the baby’s arrival. We did it [Continue]

Kalamazoo- part 7

nonthreatening place we inexplicably found ourselves occupying af­ter three years in hip, weird little Kalamazoo. I wish I could give a better description of Detroit, but honestly, all I really remember about the city itself is bad traffic and dirty snow.   

Kalamazoo- part 6

teenagers and retirees to do the same. I built up a large and impres­sive selection of classical music, which no one ever bought. Once I even lectured a famous jazz musician about another famous jazz musician because I didn’t recognize him. (I probably shouldn’t say who it was, but his initials were Earl Klugh.) In [Continue]