Race McKee is an award-winning humorist whose recent stage play, “Couples Therapy,” enjoyed a successful run in New York City and his short story, "A Night in St. Louis" was recently published in the Anthology, "Stories Through the Ages."
Mom Was Right
My mom spoke in colloquialisms. Considerable wisdom lies in southern sayings, though those insights are often lost on our northern brethren. But we’ll forgive our Yankee friends for many of these maxims are steeped in lore from days of yore. If you said “that hound won’t hunt” to someone who hails from north of the Mason-Dixon Line, they’d likely think you were adopting a rescue dog.
I’m an old tennis pro. Old enough that when I ran into my first tour doubles partner and we graced the court for the first time in years, he said, “Mac, you still got the wings but you ain’t got the wheels to get there anymore.”
From Nightmare To Dream
From Nightmare to Dream by Race McKee Recently divorced, and feeling the need to put a few evil memories behind me, I take a job on the other side of the country. A headhunter reached out at the right time and convinced me it was time to go get my high tech ticket punched so I bid farewell to the moving truck in Virginia and hop a plane bound for the Left Coast. I find an overpriced apartment in Silicon Valley. I immerse myself in work, join a gym and make absolutely zero friends. I’m lonely. The apartment complex is a bedroom community where no one socializes. One of the aforementioned “evil memories” involves a workplace romance so I vow to make that a “no-fly zone.” Exploring the bar scene without a wingman seems cliché and downright pathetic. I need a new plan.