Rolling Around In My Head doing damns the darkness/ A Blog By Dave Hingsburger

JOB?

I would never feel comfortable doing a job interview in a coffee shop, but these are modern times. Two fellows met and clearly they had known each other in school. The applicant laid it on a little thick with the ‘bonhomie’ that came with past acquaintance. The interviewer kept good boundaries but was distinctly cool in his response to the warmth flowing his way. They sit. Neither has a coffee.

Just One

We had arrived early at the airport for a flight that would be delayed. Rah! We wanted to grab breakfast and decided to go to a restaurant rather than a fast food place and we found a spot and then found a table therein. There weren’t many there, the prices where prohibitive. But there were two men a couple tables over from us and across a small aisle way, talking

My Place

For viewers discretion is advised course language  in this story . “He just doesn’t … doesn’t …” pauses to search for words, “know his place.” That’s not where I thought this was going to go. It was the standard situation familiar to many of us with disabilities, someone had offered unneeded help which I had politely declined. Cue offense. Even though I had cheerfully said, “No, I’m good, I’ve got

Popcorn

So. This happened. We went to see “Spiderman” and, unusually for us, we were a little bit late. We can’t get our tickets from the automated stations because we use the Access2 card and need a real person help us do that. I spotted a young man at the popcorn station, a place where you can buy tickets as well, and we headed towards him. He knows the system really

Morning

I get up first. Pretty much every day. I like mornings. This morning I stepped by the fan that was attempting to circulate cool air into the bedrooms and headed towards my desk. I noticed then a little girl solidly asleep on the couch, covered in a light blanket, her face lit by the brightness of the morning. She looked as if she was safe and at peace as she

The Killer

Yesterday we paid $25 for just over an hour’s parking. YIKES. Both Joe and I had an appointment with the doctor, we both go in together and even though the Doctor listens to each of us separately, it’s like a real family visit. For example when the Doc had a question about my cough, he asked Joe to comment as well in terms of what he’s noticed. I like the

A Destination and A Companion

It was sunny and warm and we were on a mission. We wanted to find a particular restaurant that we knew was somewhere near by. The street was crowded with people going, it seemed, every which way. We got out of the flow of pedestrians and tried to figure out which was to go. Once we had it figured, we set off. I saw him almost right away, he was

Grandma’s Trust

(first appeared in Canadian newspapers in 2011) I was having a pee. Thinking about my grandmother. Thinking about my country. We’d driven almost 300 kilometres through the wilderness of Northern British Columbia. That is to say, it was a long pee. My grandmother was born in Canada in the late 1800s. In all ways she was a remarkable woman. She made the hard life of poverty and subsistence farming into

The Big Finish (Part 5)

We arrive at the venue to get ready for me to do my presentation. There was so much noise inside of me.Noise, Noise, NOISE. My usual nerves about doing a presentation, things I’ve never tamed, sat on the jeering section of the grandstands in my mind right along side of the ‘you failed last time, you’ll fall this time’ who had dressed up for the occasion and joining them was

Then … BAM! (Part 4)

When we got in the car we saw that it was exactly 800k from our hotel. We hit the road and just drove, didn’t stop to eat (I made sandwiches in the car) and didn’t stop to pee. We just drove. Then, suddenly, we could see our hotel. We had driven 798k and our hotel was like a beacon in the night. We stopped at a stop light. Joe screamed,

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