El Crappo


Sepulveda Bl. Van Nuys, CA. Running along the west side of Sepulveda Boulevard, from Haynes to Lemay Streets, is a traffic median, allegedly planted with trees, but mostly serving as a local dump for household refuse, a refuge for old couches, toys, luggage, mattresses, beer bottles, etc. Nearby are new, gleaming, white paneled developments, including…

Bruce Smith: Police Reformer/ The New Yorker/ February 27, 1954


Bruce Smith (1892-1955) was the director of the Institute of Public Administration, a New York City based non-profit. He was a longtime and respected expert on American policing, and his statistical and behavioral studies of how cops work, lead to reforms in many cities and states. In this profile from the February 27, 1954 issue…

Reunion


Beer: Deal With the DevilPizzas: MacLeod AleCharlie McCreadyCharlie McCready and Colt OlinAndreas' dog.Katie, me and ColtAndreas Samson, Katie McLaughlin, Colt Olin MacLeod AleKatie McLaughlin Last night was a reunion at MacLeod Ale, the first time all of us had gathered since last March 2020. Times have changed. There was a large area outside under tents…

Middle of June


It is only mid-June but already the extreme heat has landed in Southern California. Every week there is another "record breaking" temperature in thousands of places, not only here but around the world. To an older Angeleno, June once meant days of haze, overcast and cloudy. The Pacific Ocean was cooler, even cold. The truly…

Wrigley McCormick


In a tense time of academic purges and social media bullying, a newly fired, nearly retired professor from Northwestern University is befriended and taken in by a wealthy young benefactor hungry for a father figure and style muse.

Andrew B. Hurvitz: Short Stories

Wrigley McCormick

by Andrew B. Hurvitz

In a tense time of academic purges and social media bullying, a newly fired, nearly retired professor from Northwestern University is befriended and taken in by a wealthy young benefactor hungry for a father figure and style muse.


Note: This story contains a racial term which is considering insulting but is necessary in the telling of this fictional tale. There are also documented historical events which may be painful for some readers.


Sunday, weekend of Labor Day, Professor Steven Goodman walked at dawn down the driveway alongside his small ranch house in West Evanston, IL. He pushed a metal clothes rack, hung with garments, and a “$10” sign, taped on end.

It was the third day of his four-day estate sale.

Items included a cherry wood glass cabinet and six dining room chairs arranged around a Queen Anne table covered in stacked piles of…

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Return to East Rustic Road.


One sweltering day, sometime in July 2012, I left Van Nuys with my camera to escape the 105 degree heat. I got off the 405 and drove west, towards the ocean, along San Vicente, until I came into a picturesque canyon, shrouded in fog. I parked my car and ventured on foot to photograph the…