Category Archives: Traindancing

From Traindancing: The life cycle of the mall, how the ducks get plucked.

“Oh, the huge Manatees! Oh, the huge Manatees!” I hear that sometimes, in the chuffa-chuffa rhythms of the train. What started as a tiny minority of very fat people – mainly very old, very fat people – has become a … Continue reading

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Some days the train robs you: Desperados waiting for the hearse.

“Some days you rob the train, some days the train robs you.”Photo by: Syuzo TsushimaA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Tuesday, May 17, 2016 The saddest questions are the ones you already know the answers to, without having to ask. “Awb … Continue reading

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Finding visibility, absolution and closure at the choo-choo train at the mall on New Year’s Eve.

Woo-woo!A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story December 31, 2015 When I got back with the train, the Lonely Guy was still sitting there on the bench across the way, his elbows on his knees, his palms supporting his chin. I had … Continue reading

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To El Caballero Jean Valjean: Merry Christmas from a fellow loco engineer.

C’est moi – Loco Willie – the second time as pomo farce.A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story December 22, 2016 “How old were you when your sister was born?” I asked. “Five.” “That’s a tough time to find out you’re not … Continue reading

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Silent cinema in three quick glances: Emily Brownbangs at the conception of guile.

This is not what my train looks like – unless you’re a toddler.Photo by: Tejvan PettingerA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Sunday, May 8, 2016 – Mother’s Day I want to tell you another train story, but this is a sad … Continue reading

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