GEK (pronounced jeek)—an original mad man in the ad racket, a pre-Zen maintainer of motorcycles, an Ojai baker who sold rubber stamps on the side and held poetry readings at night, a northern California horseman and rumored rattlesnake wrangler—is on the move again but took the time to favor us with this story.
Donut Man 1, by GEK
It was the dead of night. It was the middle of nowhere. A dove hooted; neon hummed and buzzed. A pink word blinked on the gable above the front door: “Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.” A single light strung high on a pole and powered by a silent generator cast a pool of...
A Visit to Mother’s, by GEK
I had a limo take me to Jersey – a lush green state, Jesus! So this is where spring has been hiding. The driver’s name was spelled out on a laminated photo ID: Parth Semalayen. The photo showed a large balding Indian gentleman in a purple suit very like the one he has...