A New Definition for the Phrase 'Card Sharp'
Once again, feeble promises to update Bitchinville have gone unkept, and I've lost the ears of whatever public I once had, I reckon. Perhaps it's for the best? At any rate, won't you please take a peek at the website of raconteur/magician/true original Ricky Jay? It's been entertaining yours truly as of late and I recommend Jay's mini-radio programs, in which he holds forth on subjects such as midget entertainers and educated swine, for particularly edifying diversion. (Note: The subject line for this entry is a reference to Jay's ability to pierce the skin of a watermelon with a playing card thrown from across the room. I must also note that I've never actually seen Jay do this; the idea alone is interesting enough for me.)
Bitchinville
Back in the early '80s, during a long, hot summer in Redlands, CA, my brother Matt and his friend Michael Keys and I made an entire town out of orange crates and pallets. We called the town we built Bitchinville, because, to a gang of Led Zeppelin-listenin' Star Wars and Dungeons and Dragons geeks like us, it was the most bitchin' place on Earth.
Today, my brother lives in Norway and Mike Keys is dead, but Bitchinville's memory lives on...
