Author Archives: Al

All In All Is All We Are — ii

[First draft] It’s a job for him, this skiing. Every day around 8 he heads back to the garage on the alley and disappears in his yellow VW bus. He comes back at 4, 4:30. The routine is reassuring. He … Continue reading

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All In All Is All We Are — i

[First draft] It’s a job for him, this skiing. Every day around 8 he heads back to the garage on the alley and disappears in his yellow VW bus. He comes back at 4, 4:30. The routine is reassuring. He … Continue reading

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Snowbird Tram

[Final Draft] Sliding down towards the Snowbird Mall at 2 PM, I skidded to a stop, the snow spray blown to my right by a stiff wind howling upvalley. A mini tornado of food wrappers swirled nearby as I unclipped … Continue reading

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Snowbird

[First Draft…AI says, “To improve engagement throughout all parts of the narrative, incorporating more personal reflections or sensory details could enhance reader interest.” I’ll give that a try tomorrow.] Sliding into the Snowbird Mall at 2 PM, I saw a … Continue reading

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Salt Lake Stories – Chapter 1, Just Like Starting Over

[Final draft] “Let’s go back to that one in the Avenues,” Cheryl said to the burly real estate agent driving us around the Salt Lake valley. We’d been touring pleasant homes in Sugar House, built twenty to thirty years earlier soon … Continue reading

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Salt Lake Stories: Just Like Starting Over – I

[Beginning a new story cycle. These are very preliminary first drafty] “Let’s go back to that one in the Avenues,” Cheryl said to the burly real estate agent driving us around the Salt Lake valley. We’d been touring pleasant homes … Continue reading

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VW Bus — Chapter 1

[Envisioned as the first chapter of the second section of the memoir of Cheryl & Al’s Early Days] “Right. You can tell the year of your bus by its color.” The salesman at Marina VW took another drag on his cigarette and … Continue reading

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Road Trip — IV

[Concluded] Apparently Jim smiled all the time because he was stoned all the time. Who wouldn’t be with the world wired like he had it? As I’d never tried skiing stoned before (and don’t smoke cigarettes), he had to show … Continue reading

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Road Trip – III

[Part Three of Four] The excitement of our gas scare had fully revived Dave, and he offered to drive. “Which way?” he said. “Just follow 93 until we get to Baldy – it’ll be on your left when we reach … Continue reading

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Road Trip — II

Learning took time; four years in medical school, and another four in training at a hospital. Oh, they let us out now and then, blinking and coughing in the LA sun. And every free day (what few there were), I’d … Continue reading

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