March 11, 2013 • What Would You Do?: Readers Respond to The Last Policeman
The Book Groupies gathered in September 2012 on Cape Cod to talk about The Last Policeman by Ben Winters and specifically, the idea of The Bucket List. We started by accepting the inevitable: Life is terminal. That was hard enough.
January 26, 2013 • What Would You Do?: Readers Respond to The Last Policeman
For the 40th anniversary of Apollo 17, December, 2012
Soon after brutal apes were graced
With cunning minds and nimble hands
That grasped both word and implement,
They sought more fruitful far-off lands.
Devising hieroglyph and rune,
They logged the heavens, wielding tomes
To guide their craft across the seas,
Subduing wilds to make new homes.
October 31, 2012 • What Would You Do?: Readers Respond to The Last Policeman
What would I do if I knew the world would be ending in six months?
Hell, I don’t know. Weep, I guess. Weep a lot. So much weeping. And I would say “shit” a good many times. And eat lots of peaches. And pizza. I would use drugs. In tandem. Cognac sipped in between huffs of paint. I would watch no reruns of Quincy. I would eat lobster for breakfast. Naked. No more shaving.
September 17, 2012 • What Would You Do?: Readers Respond to The Last Policeman
Nothing different. That is exactly what I would do if the world’s end was supposedly near. That was my response to the Y2K panic and The Rapture, so if anything, I am consistent.
September 10, 2012 • What Would You Do?: Readers Respond to The Last Policeman
So, this was it.
I heard her showering in the hotel bathroom. The hollow echo of water followed the steam, up and out of the open doorway and into the bedroom. I laid back on the bed with a scratchy towel wrapped around my waist and my feet still flat on the floor.
My eyes were closed as I listened to the bursting staccato rhythm of water drops on ceramic. I imagined cascades of water trailing off of her elbows and whipping the tiles. She might have been washing her hair.
August 23, 2012 • What Would You Do?: Readers Respond to The Last Policeman
I was in the army for 8 years.
I put myself through sixteen weeks in Hell at the Infantry School in Georgia. I was eaten alive by mosquitoes the size of your average USB thumb drive in the swamps of Louisiana. I froze in the unimaginable cold in Germany, and I ruined my body as a Paratrooper.
And this was all outside of Iraq.