thomas mcguane, panama

       I was beginning to sense that the night had written a check that daylight couldn't cash.


       Cousin Donald Singer at the Greyhound freight office said Cuban Victorian was anything the termites wouldn't eat.


       "let me ask you something. Would you consider seeing a psychiatrist?"
       "Not at all."
       "Why?"
       "They are disease profiteers."
       "You need help."
       "I"m doing fine."
       "As what?"
       "An angler on the sea of God's mysteries."