I bumped into a blind man at the store the other day. “Excuse me, sorry,” not much more I could say before we went our separate ways. He projected vibes of aggravation and fear, and even though I know he can’t see, can only hear, I felt like he was looking at me, with his ears. Continue reading Blind man
After binge-watching Cobra Kai, I found myself in the mood to watch the original Karate Kid film. I scratched that itch, and wasn’t disappointed. I mean, it’s a classic for a reason. Everyone loves a good underdog story. The film more than holds up. Anyway, being a nostalgic person, I found myself taking a stroll down movie memory lane, which led me to the summer … Continue reading The summer of 1989
I went over to my parents’ house last week in search of writing, school papers, drawings, pics and whatever other childhood relics I could find that had the potential to give me a glimpse into my mental processes at the time. I’m currently in the planning stages of writing a book about what it’s like to have OCD. What’s it’s really like, from my perspective. … Continue reading Putting away childish things
Don’t ask me why I have this. I didn’t remember until I found it in a box in my parents’ attic this afternoon that I did. It’s a 1987 newspaper insert from Shelbyville, Indiana, my dad’s hometown. Picture Hill Valley from Back To The Future and you’ve pretty much got the gist. I spent many a summer there as a kid, back when small towns … Continue reading Where are you, Rachael Passwater?
Patrick Walts 