State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing On the evening of November 25 I stood in our condo complex driveway and stared like a Cro-Magnon Dimwit at the fire sweeping the […]
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Zanti Love Song
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing I am a jug-eared jackanape of 7 years old. My close-cropped air force brat haircut reveals a misshapen head like a lopsided jelly bean. […]
Hot Pig in the City
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing When the invitation arrived we were excited by one of its particulars. The hosts, our dear old friends the Smiteepupps (names have been changed […]
Lit! Squire Foundation and SB Public Market Offer Proust-While-You-Wait
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Francis Ford Coppola—writer, director, producer, Brando-wrangler—is a raving fan of the short story. In 1997 (for instance) he launched the much-garlanded literary and art […]
Once Upon Our Time
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing It’s said that in all the vast panoply of living things on Earth, only the human animal is conscious of the fact that death […]
CSA Wants YOU – Santa Barbara High School’s Computer Science Academy is Turning Heads
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing “Open the pod-bay doors please, HAL.” When nervous astronaut Dave Bowman—all helmetless and helpless in his space pod—tries to re-enter the mothership Discovery, he […]
Hurt. Burn. Sting. Love. The Mystery of Forward Motion
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Oh the memories. Look at this grand old photo. Once upon a time! Me clutching a baseball glove! Under that sweet baseball cap there […]
John Ferriter’s Unlikely Detour Into Global Showbiz Domination
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Yeah, it’s a weird scene. A young Santa Barbara longhair in slightly timeworn blazer and freshly ironed slacks is being shown around an L.A. […]
St. Babs and St. Peter. A Match Made in Berlin
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing On 9 November, 1989, East Berlin’s longtime Communist party boss Günter Schabowski is giving a press conference and stammers out a note he’s been suddenly […]
All the Scary Horses
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing When I was about 15 my sister, Jill—a trophy-festooned equestrian—took me horseback riding. I was uneasy with the whole deal because I’ve always been […]