Jesse (circa 2007)
"Lemme get a light from ya’," he said. She reached in her pocket for the brushed chrome lighter, once her mother’s, and handed it to him. He flipped the top open with his thumb and looked past it into her eyes for a second before striking the flame.
He pulled hard on the cigarette and studied her from the ground up before closing the lighter. Dodging a fresh curl of smoke with one eye, he said:
"Ain’t never seen no woman be carryin’ no Zippo.”
He pressed the lighter into her hand and held it there, “you ain’t like regular women, is you?”
She managed to suppress a blush and he pivoted on one foot and walked away, the hand with the cigarette dancing above his head to some imaginary beat.
"That dude over there put a spell on me", she said later.
"What dude?" he asked pulling the hammer back high over his head.
It rang the asphalt with a loud crack and sweat flew out of his hair.
"That guy in the white t-shirt" she said, looking over at perhaps twenty
(men in white t-shirts).
"Very funny", he said, swinging the hammer around again, and up.
"Seriously, if somebody’s giving you a hard time, I’ll kick his ass all the way down that street right there, if you want me to."
"No", she laughed, "that won’t be necessary, but thank you".
A couple of weeks ago writer, colleague and friend, Rob Simbeck and his partner in crime Debby, invited me over to meet their celebrity hens, Millie and Rose. They were an elegant pair (the chickens that is) though not terribly keen on posing for photos.
Jon Meacham remembers John Seigenthaler, who died last week at eighty-six: http://nyr.kr/1qDSt5E
“If journalism really is the first rough draft of history—the phrase is Philip Graham’s—then it requires at least a few practitioners with an epic sensibility and an appreciation of the possibilities of political life. Seigenthaler had both.”
Photograph by Mark Humphrey/AP.
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young reunite for a stirring rendition of Iggy Azalea’s hit song, “Fancy.”
Jimmy Fallon is from another galaxy.
Spoon one time how he came to have the name Spoon. He burst out laughing, almost blew beer out his nose and said: “How you think?”
"Well, I know" I said, "but I just thought I shouldn’t assume things Spoon, you know? Maybe you got it as a kid or..""Stop it girl" he said, "Stop. I know, you just want to hear me to say it." waving his hand high in the air, still laughing. He swallowed and took a deep breath.