am proud to report that i was permitted to contribute a chapter to a forthcoming anthology about Cleveland called Rust Belt Chic from my people Richey Piiparinen and Anne Trubek. Topics addressed: Golden Corral, Taco Bell, dying, Robinson Crusoe, guns, heaven, etc. I am really, really kind of amazed that something I wrote is going to be in a book. next step is getting a book that’s all me. or maybe half me. let’s not get crazy.
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There’s a graveyard in the parking lot of the Regal Cinemas, a carpet scrap left behind when a farm or several farms get turned into a strip mall. Some of the town founders of Middleburg Heights, to the extent that a non-place needs to have founders, are buried in this plot. For some reason or another, the real estate deal that brought the multiplex/shopping center into the world insisted that these dozen or so 19th century interments had to stay put. Whenever I am confronted with the dead people in the parking lot (which is not that often), I think about the hereafter. I think about where I might go after I close my eyes for the last time. I think about some of the first people to live where I was raised, and how their bones spend eternity rattling in the dulled sonic backwash of screenings of Transformers 3.