Tag Archives: Lee Matalone

[10 years old] Twenty-five years ago. They sit on the railroad tracks, across from one another, their small sneakers pressed up against one another and their hands clasped tightly, trying to push each other off of the metal track. He … Continue reading →

You and I see a man sitting on top of a garbage truck, no shirt, yelling. You ask me if I think he’s just some random person taking a joy ride or if he is an actual garbage man (it’s … Continue reading →