“Proud to be American.” That is the logo on 120 shirts that are stored in my attic. I noticed them yesterday when I went upstairs to put away my turtlenecks and bring out my sandals and shorts. Right behind the trunk marked “Summer Clothes,” I found the cardboard boxes with all those t-shirts and I felt sad…
June 2004
Posted inTelling Our Stories
Searching for a Stolen Car
The five hulking bags of groceries are in the trunk, and I’ve got twenty minutes before I have to clock in at work. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem, but this day finds me hunkered over the duct-taped steering column fighting with a screwdriver to get my rig fired up. Sure, the keys are in my right pocket next to my wallet, but for the last couple of weeks, this has been the modus operandi for getting the thing started…
Posted inBrady Street Beat
A mix of craft, art, and science, with a lot of nuance…
“So drink the coffee, eat some food and meet your neighbors where the ragged but right sit betwixt the keen politico, the suited baron, the gartered bishop, the productive co-ed and all ‘finer persons’ that should chance to enter.” Thank you Matt and Marc…
Posted inHarambee Connection
A New Initiative: Community Small Business Awareness
On a gray day in May…the warmth of real community shines through!
Luc Monsanto, owner of Shekinah Printing is determined to get one thing across: “Don’t pass us by!”
Posted inTelling Our Stories
My First Time at the Burning Man Festival
Like many people my first glimpse of Burning Man came from the now-famous 1996 article in Wired magazine. It seemed almost too good to be true– a counterculture utopia, a do-it-yourself city in the desert where thousands of visionaries came together to create an experiment in temporary community. A place with no money, no laws, and no spectators.
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