Category Archives: Stories

Living on LSD

Lake Shore Drive.  It’s my street.  It’s my beat.  I’m the new kid on the block.  The new kid with the Seeing Eye dog.  We explore our turf, venture a little farther afield each day.  We surf the sidewalk up … Continue reading

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Breaking News from the Class Reunion

My wife and I attended our fiftieth high school reunion.  Most of the chatter was about how everyone else looked.  They even gave an award to the person who had aged the least.  I didn’t win.  But I felt I … Continue reading

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Cars for the Blind

I try to avoid three things: vampires, werewolves and the lady across the street.  Most days, when she’s perched on her porch yelling at passers-by, I pretend I can’t hear her.  Today, she’s getting out of her car and I’m … Continue reading

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The Perks of Being a Valued Customer

I phoned my local newspaper and asked why I was being billed the same amount every six weeks instead of every twelve.  The way I figured, I was being charged double.  But I’ve been told many times that the way … Continue reading

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Funny, You Don’t Look Blind

  “What’s so funny,” I ask Adam, the I. T. guru, as he strides into my work cubicle. Our guide dogs exchange greetings: Hello.  Ola.  “Just this,” says Adam.  “I’m standing on the corner, waiting for the light to change, … Continue reading

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Food Fight

I work in the 5500 block of Lincoln Avenue in Chicago.  During seasons when snow and ice recede, I stroll to and from work with my Seeing Eye dog, Randy. In the 5400 block of Lincoln Avenue is a bakery … Continue reading

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Calling Mary (A Valentine Story)

November, 2004 “Come on, man, call her,” Sloan says.  “She’s single, slender, no kids, good job, condo on the lake.”  He ticks off her attributes like options on a Mercedes.  Compared to her features, I feel like a used Plymouth.  … Continue reading

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