My Aunt Maggie, whom we called Aunt Saggy, because she sagged and we were mouthy kids, came to birthday parties, Christmas, and Thanksgiving, saying almost nothing, keeping her beige purse close to her legs. Mom only invited her out of pity. “She’s got no one. And a police record. When she worked for that rich […]
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Daydream. Believer. by Kenneth Pobo
Keith visited Aunt Viv in Knoxville when, could luck be so good, he found that The Monkees were performing. October 30. Oh hallowed and sacred day. Yes, Mike wouldn’t be on stage, but… Davy… Micky… Peter. Not nostalgia—this was church, the downtown coliseum a cathedral. Christians had Christmas. Keith had one glorious Colgems label single […]
The Dick Van Dyke Show by Kenneth Pobo
Laura Petrie wore Capri pants, which Sally would never wear. Jackie Kennedy’s pillbox hat held no appeal for her. She joked with the guys, played piano, sang, and went home each night to Mr. Henderson, her cat, waiting for a man to call, a sadness that she reversed into laughter the next day in a […]