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Gregg Biggs's Writings

Article
Jul.03.2011
          “KTVU Channel 2 Fox News for the entire Bay Area starts right now,” the energetic voice announces, triple underscore for those last two words as a peppy, synthesized intro blared as the screen zooms in on a glowing San Francisco skyline.                   “Good evening, I’m Frank Somerville.  In breaking new, a story that is equally tragic and...
Short Story
May.01.2011
                In just a little while, I will be heading off to the west side, Creve Coeur to be exact, to see my older friend Larry for breakfast.  Larry and I got into this routine shortly after we both moved back to St. Louis from California.  I am pretty certain that Larry is an alcoholic.  An alcoholic with a broken heart.   But, as is the norm with such...
Article
Apr.23.2011
When Nelda Aldridge's husband Jesse died after 48 years of marriage she took to reading books on the life of Mary Todd Lincoln, a Confederate woman married to the President of the Union. In 1861 Mrs. Lincoln consoled herself over the death of her young son by buying 3,237 gloves on five different trips to Manhattan. Only in his death could Nelda begin to...
Short Story
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Aug.23.2009
Standing in line with her bottle of Chardonnay at the Valu-Rite Market in Nyack, Ouida was reminded of that old line “A bottle of wine has as many calories as three cups of gravy.” Which doctor was it that always said that? Or was it from one of those wretched encounter groups with the promise to empower you to "take charge of your life"? Of all the...
Article
Jun.01.2008
  I had had enough of San Francisco and announced to my circle of fair weathered friends over dinner at Boulevard that I was leaving this city that had brought me nothing but alienation and boredom. Raising my glass of Rías Baixas Albariño I let them know that I was moving to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho to open an ascot shop called...
Short Story
Jun.01.2008
            When Ralphie was eight years old and his parents were killed in a car crash, he was sent to live with his Aunt Brenda who refused to allow him to play with his 23 Troll dolls, all of which had names and pedigrees that he could recite in intimate detail.  At first Brenda insisted that they be destroyed or at least be given to the poor, because she said...
Jun.01.2008
September 1962. I felt under so much pressure. Last year was fun, but I knew kindergarten had been just a lark. My carefree days as a four-year-old helping mommie bake cakes were over. She'd have to fend for herself from now on. This was the real thing. I had to perform. I had to please, especially my grandfather on my mother’s side. He was the one that sent...
Column
Jun.01.2008
There were some thing I simply felt were beneath my dignity. I tried explaining that to Johnny M_____ the day our first grade class went to appear on The Foreman Scotty Show. Since it was my birthday – my sixth, making me several months younger and shorter than most of my classmates – it was expected that I would join the other kids on the birthday pony. I...
Poem
Jun.01.2008
The horrible dream never came true.   So you tell yourself that you never saw it – our entire neighborhood in flames, all the children trapped inside   Tiny fingers reaching through broken glass and iron bars hot as a sizzling grill.   No water left on earth to fight the flames, only blood and Coca-cola sputtering from the corner...
Short Story
Jun.01.2008
It was Sunday afternoon, and I was standing in line at Flowercraft at the corner of Courtland and Bayshore waiting to have my ticket written up by Hernan. I had three flats of the perennials that I replace at this time each year. Suddenly my TREO rang, and I apologized to Hernan. It was my cousin Ginger calling from Royal Oak, Michigan. Although she is a...