Patrick sent this story to me almost 20 years ago, in 1998. It’s a bit of a disjointed, free-flowing, stream-of-consciousness kind of thing, autobiographical and focused on his childhood and his family members, but its tone turns regretful near the end. I haven’t edited out the typos and such yet.
Mother is Gin. Father is Paul. My brother is Jack, my sister Sue, and I am Pat.
Today I uploaded several short stories that Patrick had published in the late 1960’s/early 1970’s. You can find them in the Stories category of this site. They are time-stamped with the month and year of publication.
Thought you’d find this memory amusing. Perhaps you can work it into one of your next stories.
Donna and I went up to Buttonwillow one weekend and stayed at what was then called Motel 6 South.
There were tons of bugs everywhere, probably from the nearby fields, and the door was absolutely crawling with little flying critters. Inside there were hundreds of these little pests all over the walls. Continue reading “Bug Whacking”
During my tenure as Director Artístico of the Deià Festival in Mallorca between 1978 and 2008, every year, about the time the concerts were to begin, at least once and often several times, someone from the newspapers, radio, and TV requested an interview. We were always grateful for the resultant publicity, but almost never were the questions asked truly relevant. Continue reading “Patrick’s “An Interview with Myself””