A Friday Night Sit

A mental health patient on a floor reserved for the elite’s new hips and knees; well, he wasn’t welcome, to say the least. They build a wall of nurses; wary of aggression, of bother—and put unsettling eyes on him while he wanders the night. He speaks an endless monologue; and engaging is exhausting, talking about…

The Road Out of Frankfurt

I went back in January, 1992. The draw-down of troops had begun after the fall of the Berlin Wall and real estate was going back to the Germans– to be completed by 1995. Forces, including civilian employees, were leaving. My first stop back was Alt Sachenhausen, our popular hangout of heavy metal music and heavier-handed…