It tears the stomach out of Roy to see old folks shopping at an all-night grocery store ancient couples, on canes and walkers

During the day there might be three cars parked at different places anywhere on the block. But at midnight there isn’t

They’re usually poor people, sometimes considered the flotsam of society, always in the way at the grocery store,

Unlike his peers his office holds no photo of a wife no indication that he has fathered five

Old Sam in Room 322 at the nursing home asked the nurse to push his bed near the window because in October he likes to watch the l…

Paul’s not a veteran of Vietnam but he goes there in his dreams to watch his brother Tim walk in hazy streams sprayed with Agent Orange before he

Every day the same play. The moment I rise, the first act begins, the same plot

What will she do with him? That is, if she’s elected. She’ll have to take him with her to the White House after keeping him in the doghouse.

It was stupid of Walt not to show it to Joan before they got married but he was too shy. He had no idea

The alarm clock screams at 5 a.m. and I get up to attend a funeral 50 miles away, a long drive back to a corner of Chicago once rife with corned beef and cabbage but

Two grackles, black birds shiny and iridescent, nest again this year high and deep in our tall spruce.

twenty-four houses on the same block everyone inside milling about one lost a job

They’re getting older, five brothers and sisters, all with degrees, jobs, families, nice homes, good lives, happier than most except when they must