My new (to me) pickup truck came equipped with a backup camera. A thick fisheye lens now bulges discretely from a perch just to the left of my tailgate latch and transposes a warped digital image to an index card-sized display screen where a man’s CD player used to be. I didn’t ask for theContinue reading “Two Steps Forward, One Step Back”
Author Archives: Scott Pearce
Room Temperature
Recipes are not written for Sunday morning bakers in 19th-century colonials. “Room temperature,” in particular, is a description that has the appearance of objective uniformity, but really possesses none of the attributes that render directions clear, lucid, or helpful to a homeowner such as myself. It is not so much that I am unfamiliar with a spaceContinue reading “Room Temperature”
The Dogwood Never Fails
An Ode to the Dogwood
Tulip People
An Ode to the Tulip
Apple Stickers
Yesterday I was driving to work and eating an apple. For the first time in my nearly 37 years, I wondered, “Who puts the little stickers on all the apples?” Who puts them on and when do they put them on? Do harvesters apply stickers as the apples are picked off the tree? Does someoneContinue reading “Apple Stickers”
Route 31, 4:37 A.M.
On a Tuesday
at 4:37 A.M…
Magnolia Buds
Hang on, Magnolia buds, My dears! Hang on, Magnolia buds! Bear with this ill-timed Arctic air Withstand this undue frost. Nor let us come April into And fail to find thee there. March 28, 2022
April 9
There are three things which I do not believe— four that I will never understand: The ninny who announces that she doesn’t like bacon, the philistine who posits improvements of baseball, the charlatan who espouses a god in his own image, and the ogre who identifies his favorite season without stating first and foremost, unequivocally,Continue reading “April 9”
Walking Home from a New Jersey Diner
The sights and sounds of a tow truck are among those few things in life that evoke almost the same feelings in almost everyone in almost every situation. The somber whirring of the cables, the sharp clang of the hooks and chains, and the slow lurch of the vehicle onto the flatbed are each slightlyContinue reading “Walking Home from a New Jersey Diner”
Wrong Way
The WRONG WAY road sign stands unique in the pantheon of road signs. Barely more verbose than the abrupt STOP, and definitively more forceful than the deferent YIELD, the WRONG WAY sign is alone unto itself. It does not speculate like BRIDGE MAY BE ICY, and it does not equivocate like SLIPPERY WHEN WET. No,Continue reading “Wrong Way”
Flagstones 