Author Archives: jonwolston

He’s not a fullback. He can run hard, make guys miss, go the distance. It was pretty cool. He’s an explosive player, a great way to score. It’s a great feeling. We keep handing it off and those guys keep … Continue reading →

My Fitbit is winking its four eyes the fridge the fridge I was thinking is sounding indescribable liable to be forgotten for its dearth of novelty poor broad-shouldered hulk a pox of dents draped with enough magnets to sink a destroyer in the … Continue reading →

A lake I love keeps eating my boat ______ Dogs cough up our bite guards ______ I swallow it all and still shrink

When Belichick starts cracking jokes, you know it’s been a very good day. You tip your hat to the big fellow, for how he ran the ball. You know even if we weren’t blocking he was running someone over.

At dawn we threaded our way through shifting planes of blue islands, across a roiling canvas of wave textures. The opening up seems to take ages. By noon The Broads lay before us, shimmering within sight. We had nowhere to … Continue reading →

I cried when Corky wouldn’t take my check. He saw right away what an asshole he was being and pulled a Budweiser out of the safe. “There,” he said. Or maybe it was “Here.” I’d done the right thing even … Continue reading →

Robby Burns borrowed a pony on this day in 1786 and made his way to Edinburgh. Later on, his poems cracked up the Railsplitter. Neither one made any money on the farm, it seems, and their bad luck with the … Continue reading →

I started to cry. The man stopped the Tilt-a-Whirl because Dad asked him. I escaped wounding on that occasion but still chose psychiatry over the circus. But I repeat myself.

Rosie the Riveter chomps a jumbo ham and rye and absentmindedly stomps the Fuehrer in the eye. Posing as Isaiah did atop the Sistine wall, so hot the lunch-pail goddess that Hitler stands to fall.

A whistling night wind picks up off the lake rustling our dinner napkins. Breakers start rolling in to pound the rocky shore in the darkness below. The day was so calm this is unexpected. “Better check it out, Pops.” Sailing tackle … Continue reading →