In The Picture

“You cut the heads off,” my father says to my mother. He takes the slim, black Kodack camera out of her hands. At the time, the camera was considered a “pocket” model, despite it being about the size of a pencil box. It had a wheel on the back you’d thumb to advance the film. … Continue reading In The Picture

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Burnin For You

Each envelope was like getting a singular piece of plunder from a pirate’s chest. Inside, a CD of live music, booted and burned from a concert at some exotic sounding venue like The Grotto, The M-Stop, or The Gem Theater. Christmas in your mailbox. Before music was uploaded into our consciousness or etched onto a … Continue reading Burnin For You