As mentioned in my previous memoir, “The Portabolt,” I started working at age 11, with my own paper route. As someone who has always been resistant to and at times defiant of authority, having a paper route was the perfect job. It afforded me the freedom of not having a boss up my ass, while […]
Tender Memories, Part I: “The Portabolt”
I grew up in a house in NY that was originally a fairly small house. When my parents expanded the house in 1982, they placed their new bedroom on the complete opposite side of the house. It meant they could no longer hear, from their bedroom, every sound coming from our bedrooms. It also meant […]