Archive for January, 2009


One night two cars met on a lonely road. One was a brightly painted 1939 Ford coupe, the other a late model Roadrunner. When the two cars were side by side, the drivers rolled down their windows and began to talk.

How’s it going?
Good, man. How about you?

They talked for 5 or ten minutes, while I just sat quietly and listened. I knew most of the people they were talking about, and I should have said something, but the rain and all the puddles on the road that night had put me in a dark and reflective mood. 

I could see that the other driver had a girl with him. She was small and thin, but I couldn’t quite make her out; her head was nestled into his shoulder and her stockinged feet were tucked up beside him on the seat. I thought she might have fallen asleep, until suddenly she began to stir restlessly, and muttered something to the driver.

Huh? Now?? I’m talking to Stewart.
Mmmmmm, she replied, in a whiny little voice.
I gotta go man.
Yeah, see you around.

As I watched the Roadrunner drive away down the road, I could see that the asphalt was still wet, though the rain had stopped nearly an hour ago.

That was Alvarez, Stewart said
Yeah I know, we went to grade school together.
How come you didn’t say anything to him?
I don’t know. How do “you” know him?
From football.

We sat for a couple minutes in silence, and Stewart finally reached over and turned the ignition. The flathead V-8 sputtered a couple times, and reluctantly turned over.

What do you want to do? I said, over the noise of the idling engine.
I don’t know. Something.
So who was that snuggled up beside him?
Oh, that was Linda. Hey, didn’t you used to like her?


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Stanislaw Dubiak

Every so often I just like to search Google for relatives, and folks with the same last name. I found this entry today:

Anatomy of the Auschwitz Death Camp – Google Books Result by Israel Gutman, Michael Berenbaum, United States – 1998 – History – 638 pages

Page 264: Notes
28. See, for example, testimony by former prisoner Stanislaw Dubiak in KL Auschwitz, pp. 287-92;

Here’s the paragraph to which this footnote referred:


I wish I knew more about Stanislaw Dubiak and his little footnote…

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An Oldie but a Goodie

Western wind, when will thou blow,
The small rain down can rain?
Christ, if my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!

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