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 […]
All the Scary Horses
Jeff Wing
Spring: What are the Chances?
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Spring has arrived. Our unfortunate fealty to the numbing Age of Reason precludes our playful use of the word “Miracle”, even as we dance […]
An Exhaust Manifold Adventure
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing What is Life? The two competing theories are at odds. Intelligent Design supposes we are the deliberate invention of a Supreme Creative Intelligence outside […]
Little and Big John’s Epiphany
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing The Universe giveth, and the Universe taketh away (to paraphrase), as has been seen. John Ridland, UCSB Professor Emeritus of English, can say a word […]
We Have Nothing to Fear but Teaching our Children to Drive
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing One sunny afternoon in the deeply-felt 1970s, I broadsided a light pickup truck driven by a school acquaintance named Bud. I was driving home […]
Clyde, Venetia, and Kelsi Travel to Planet X
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing “Sometimes in stars or the swift flight of seabirds I catch a moment of you. That’s why I walk all alone, searching for something […]
Unity Shoppe, Henry the VIII, and The Fine Art of Standing
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing I take no pride in confessing that when I first heard of England’s King Henry VIII, I thought he was named after the Herman’s […]
Plato’s Gymnasium
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing [The management would like to introduce this week’s essay with a clarifying aside. The theme of the piece is “Jeff’s return to the gym […]
Caught by the Bus
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Some years ago our white Honda station wagon died. Well, not exactly. A mere 72 hours of curbside quiescence and she was expensively tagged […]
Hair Today
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Yeah, baby. You’ve probably seen me promenading about this American Riviera in my ill-advisedly tight black tee-shirt and ancient Chuck Taylors, strutting down State […]