James Bolivar Needham

I hadn’t heard of James Bolivar Needham until a couple months ago when a short article in the Sun-Times mentioned an upcoming exhibit at the Chicago Maritime Museum (which I’d also never heard of) featuring some unattributed Chicago riverscapes believed to be painted by him. Turns out Needham was a Black painter who worked onContinue reading “James Bolivar Needham”

God Told Me To

The phenomenon of gods continuing to exist outside children’s books has baffled me since I was little. Fairy tales serve their purpose but to go on believing in flying, morphing, deathless entities guiding lives seems like a sick joke. Strangely, I enjoy stories about believers. The more outlandish the better. Larry Cohen’s 1976 classic, GodContinue reading “God Told Me To”

the book hole

Jon Cwiok, a longtime worker at Myopic, used to call that store “the book hole.” It’s always stayed with me. Now I’m in my own book hole. Well, it’s not really mine, but I’m alone in it for three days in a row. Joe is taking time off because he’s about to build ten bookshelvesContinue reading “the book hole”