Sublime

He prepared himself a meal: radishes in a saucer with Maldon salt and grassy olive oil; good rye bread, and red wine poured with the pleasure of a man who’s elected to sin.

I drove to Bend, to the Carmichael Candy factory. Everyday the janitors swept from its floors enough cookie crumbs to fill a fifty-gallon drum. For twenty bucks, they let me take all of it, along with a compromised batch of caramel. At home, in an industrial bucket, I mashed up a few pounds of cookie crumbs and caramel,

the proprietor of a mug house or shicker shop, the pub landlord or -lady, is not without his or her own monikers. Among the earliest labels, in the 1500s, were the lick-spigot, ale-draper, and cove-of–the-ken. Today you’re more likely to hear the governor or mine host. In the years in-between, and if you were fond of a tipple, you might have encoun

“Years ago. But not since I left Riviera Beach. My dad and I went fishing for catfish on the lake a few times, but we only went into the town a couple of times. There’s nothing much there, or there wasn’t ten years ago. It’s just an elbow bend on the highway north. I wouldn’t think the town could support a software store, even if Waggoner rents out

Sergeant Hoke Moseley, Homicide, Miami Police Department, filled a Styrofoam cup with free coffee—his third—picked up a glazed doughnut from the assortment on the clear plastic tray and put it back, then doctored his coffee with Sweet ‘n’ Low and N-Rich Coffee Creamer.

When the citizens of New York went looking for a new apartment, they came to us. Some movers charged for their inside information, but, with the exception of Richie, we gave it away for free. Strangers would often flag down the loaded van and ask where we were coming from. “Do you know if it’s already been rented? Does it have a tub or a shower?” T

Il faisait très beau. Les marronniers du Luxembourg étaient en fleur. On ressentait cette agréable impression que procure, de bonne heure, le début d'un jour très chaud.