John P. O'Grady Blog

Old Air

Step through the weathered French doors into the clubhouse dining room. It smells like old air. A gilt frame mirror hangs precariously on the wall near the door. Try not to look into it. ...

Instances of Waiting

Waiting for an order in Guan Yin’s Chinese take-out. It’s a holiday week in our resort town and things are busier than usual. For instance, I’m sharing the waiting area with a stranger and...

Red Wings

I need new boots for an upcoming trip to the high peaks. The old ones are falling apart. So I make a long drive to an outdoor gear store located in a fancy shopping...

Looking for Four-Thirty-Three

We had been traveling through the high country for days. Mountains and canyons and too much sun. Along the way we skirted a lonesome, treeless tarn. Beyond that rose a steep gravelly slope crowned...

My Friend Stops By

I’m expecting my friend to stop by. He’s just back from a long trip and says he has something to show me. As I’m waiting for him to arrive, I sort through the day’s...

Wrong Number

Phone rings. Take the call. “I’m calling about the apartment you have available.” “I’m sorry, there is no apartment. Not here anyway.” “The ad in the Pennysaver says there’s an apartment. That’s why I’ve...

Grocery List

The other day I was in the supermarket and spotted somebody’s grocery list lying on the dirty floor. It was in the gluten-free aisle. The paper was grimy with the tread marks of a...

Irish Studies

Learning a new language requires one to enter an unfamiliar, sometimes unsettling world. In 1985, I spent the summer in a small Irish village faraway on the western end of Galway Bay. My idea...

Visible Storage: A Ghost Story

One time I took a hike through the Metropolitan Museum in New York City. It’s a big place. At the trailhead is a ranger station where they charge admission. I got past that and...