Posted by profr on December 7th, 2005 under Love
Once, when the Parkway was sold out, my wife and I took a walk into the night instead. We found a bench by the lake. It was on the edge of many things. The lake. The urban world. Between the rhythm of the city and the small waves the wakeful breeze was sending against the […]
Posted by christian on December 7th, 2005 under Other
on a sunday morning, i set out to find sting rays in a stream that connects the bay to lake merritt with my friend m. a week earlier he came upon an enormous mutant fish swimming along the grill of a filter that guards a levee that keeps the stream at a safe level. it’s […]
Posted by mikee on December 7th, 2005 under Comedy
In the early 1700’s, a far flung outpost of the (some would say rag-tag) Carolingine army was stationed on Lake Merrit. Fort Entrepid faced the lake and was located roughly where Harrison and 20th street is today.
In 1724, the commander of the outpost, Lieutenant Buckley, was expecting the arrival of a British officer, Captain […]
Posted by song on December 7th, 2005 under Nature
Squirrels are plentiful around the lake. I think it is because they are so darn cute. People like me just can’t help going back week after week to feed them. At least this was the truth in my case. I used to feed the duck and geese in the park, but only when I had […]
Posted by sbarker on December 7th, 2005 under Crime
On December 2nd, a group of friends gathered at the boathouse for a friendly birthday get together. It was dark. Spirits appeared high and were accentuated by the lights of the surrounding city sparkling off the water of the lake. The peace and merriment were disturbed however by the loud, ringing sound of […]
Posted by erma on December 7th, 2005 under Love
I drive home from the hospital alone, with my CT scans on the seat beside me. The world begins to take on a new form. People in the other cars on the road become partners in this momentary experience—and whatever comes after it. Our tangible possessions, our imaginary constructs, our faulty connections with […]
Posted by quetzalin on December 7th, 2005 under Scary
It’s a late Friday night on a full moon October the 13th. I find myself drunk-walking and stumbling upon a bench by the edge of the lake. Out of the corner of my lazy and slow-reacting left eye, I notice the silhouette of a person sitting next to me that apparently was there before I […]
