The necklace that wasn’t

A colleague and I went to Target to replenish work drinks today, and on the way back I stopped at a quick-rip to feed my habit. (Yes, still. Soon.) When I went in, there was a large guy off to the side of the counter, holding court on whatever the hell was in his mind … Read more

Scaphoid, lunate, triquetral…

For the 1979-80 school year, I was in the fourth grade, and my science teacher was Mrs. Dillard. She taught the metric system with conviction and gusto. (She also bummed me out for a week once because I came home believing soil erosion was the gravest problem facing humankind, but that’s another story.) Anyway, partially … Read more

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