Shane Kimberlin

1. I heard a story about Gary. It was a funny story, the guy Tim on the dock tells me. We had seen Gary blasting music out of his grey 97 Toyota Camry, some Black Eyed Peas while smoking a cigarette and driving towards us on the big loader dock that early Saturday A.M. Gary was in his fifties looking into his sixties. Round dark thick-rimmed glasses, faded black cap that said PVA in big blue letters, round face. He rolled down his window and said hi, made some jokes, drove away as the morning...

I might not  tie nautical knots I'm the prodigal sailor Ships are my pigs land is HAM Mooring line, kosher prime Pull an Orson Welles,...

I watched Tombstone at work last week over the course of four lunch breaks. Night shift in the break room. A guy wanted to watch it, and...