One sunny California day many years ago, I took in the bank deposit for my employer and this happened: our local bank's Merchant Teller was one of the Persian immigrants who came to Southern California after the Iranian Revolution. Farah was well-educated, efficient, beautiful, and always a pleasure to do business with. This day, however, her countenance …
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The feeling of something forgotten, something important forgotten, only suddenly remembered when it's about too late? Yes, that slender, icy arrow to the heart as one's head pops up out of whatever had distracted one, say, the bed covered with the contents of one's closet: two giant plastic tubs full of winter clothing; camera equipment; hat …
My senior year of high school, I dated a boy named Robert. He was an unlikely candidate for the job, actually, but in the weeks preceding our first actual date, wherever I was, he just kept popping up, being awesome. For some time now I have realized that, like Robert so many years ago, Texas …
Southern Fried Californian 