Riot Stories

July 28, 1969 I leaned against the brick in the alley, smoking my cigarette. Man, I needed a break. Frankie had called on my day off. “We’re short. Can you help?” I didn’t hesitate. I had no plans, not since I was in high school. After that, it became weird to my friends that I didn’t date. I no longer played baseball, so being too busy wasn’t an excuse any more. So, I didn’t mind coming into work. The music playing alway...

There had seldom been couples as striking as you both looked that evening. He wore a tailored black suit and an anthracite tie in a Windsor knot. You had tried your new evening dress. It had a famous name and evanescent laces of black and white, diving in an indecent décolleté. Your beautiful, slender neck, held high by antique jewelry. You were young and brilliant; sexy, and you knew it. You talked a lot and cleverly. Yo...