James Cihlar Nervous and too public, Tillie smothers Emily with anxious love, shuffling her off to the convalescent home for teens at the bidding of the zeitgeist. I cannot become cold in front of the blackboard, my shins covered in sequins. When Maxine’s nameless aunt brought shame to the family through illegitimate pregnancy, the villagers pillaged the farm, murdering pigs, chickens, and cows. More of the economic pie for me,...

James Cihlar The appeal of the slightly rancid smell of loose meat and onions, the Pony Burger at Bronco’s Drive In. My attempt to eke out a living in an indifferent locale. There must be a world beyond the world, a door at the intersection of Saddle Creek and Leavenworth that I haven’t tried yet. Baker’s Supermarket is the place to be. Before the baby boom, everyone thought being old was cool. Looking through a movie book I see...