To the Satellite Beach I keep the pieces on my desk, fitting them together as an opaque, incomplete lens. Collecting them from one and another shore and soul across the world they merge into a single story like a flawed memory. I like flawed memories because they can be unintentionally hilarious, often misdirected, sometimes tragic
Tag: Timothy Ryan
Only once did I save someone’s life. I’m not sure whose life I saved, though – it could have been Gopher, Mole, me, or even the stranger. I think about it every time I drive by that particular exit on I-95 in southern Delaware, and look to the right at the off-ramp. I can’t seem