Wesley Marvin
Bio
A craftsman by trade, steel, wood and words. I am passionate about the things I work on. I believe anything worth doing is worth doing to the best of our ability. I write because when inspiration strikes, it should be expressed.
Stories (3/0)
Sir Paul
Sir Paul or Bill Murray, Eat Your Heart Out! Part I It was going to be a memorable trip. I had no idea what an understatement that would eventually become. In the summer of a year slightly before the world was in the grip of a pandemic, I saw my first Paul McCartney show. I had been invited by some friends, parents of players my son used to play youth baseball with, to visit them in Detroit, attend the show with them and to otherwise hang out, party, and catch up.
By Wesley Marvin2 years ago in Humans
The First Responder
I was 24 years old the first time I saw a dead kid. If I have anything to say about it, it’ll be the only time. In February 1993 I was in the final phase of completing Indiana’s EMT course. It was the clinicals, the ride alongs. The idea was, you work alongside real EMTs and paramedics to really understand what you are about to undertake. I had been working my shifts at the EMS station in Chesterton on Porter Avenue. I had completed five of the required six shifts needed to graduate. This last one was a 3-11 pm weekday shift. It had been mostly quiet, which was good for me because I had been struggling with motion sickness due to having to ride in the jump seat in the ambulance. The jump seat faces backwards, which for some reason always makes me carsick.
By Wesley Marvin3 years ago in Fiction
Jennifer
Jennifer “What are you thinking about right now?” She would ask this question often. It would be during one of those silences some refer to as awkward. I’d just be idly staring off into space while she looked at me, waiting for me to say something. I didn’t like the question. I had no profound answer. My apparently stoic look hid no deep thoughts. In fact, I probably never had anything particularly deep to say. But she would look into my eyes and ask that question. I never had a decent answer.
By Wesley Marvin3 years ago in Fiction
