By Bob Hill John Vollrath filed out of Club Kaladu along with his girlfriend and his sister. Chris and Adam Short followed suit a moment later, slipping out a north-side exit with Joseph Mader a few feet behind. The three of … Read More
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Moving On: Every Road Leads Back To Wildwood
By Bob Hill Ernest Ingenito was a wayward seed, boy; a stinkin’ varmint void of core. Ernest Ingenito, who spent his adolescence spinning in and out of juvie, who was drafted during World War II; who was dishonorably discharged after assaulting … Read More
Moving On: The Things We Think (& Do Not Say)
By Bob Hill Twenty years ago in the side bedroom of a second-story shack on the 100 block of East Maple, two drunk kids set to wrestling at each other in the dark – he in a second-hand pair of Umbros, … Read More
Moving On: 10 Pounds’ Worth of Potatoes (Inside a 5-Lb Sack)
By Bob Hill A week after I left home, my parents put the word out they had taken the spare house key from its usual spot. They had fastened all the windows. They had secured all points of entry. It was … Read More
Moving On: I’m 18 (& I Don’t Know What I Want)
By Bob Hill I showed up drunk for my first day of college. I showed up barely coherent, waving like a buoy, reeking like a bad sock that had been bathed in turpentine. After 18 years spent sweating it out in Delaware … Read More
Prologue: Confessions of a Teenage Cliff Diver
By Bob Hill It is late now, 3 AM. And the coastal wind is whipping hard, creating a persistent clang as it zips through flagpole banners down below. I am drunk, and disorderly, which explains why I am not only willing, … Read More