Charles Rammelkamp

“I think the world will be saved by millions of small things,” my T-shirt proclaims over an image of Pete Seeger, owl-wise with squinty eyes, grizzled beard and a wide-brimmed hat. What does that even mean? I wish there were some gloss on the back of the shirt, some elucidation of the insight. But look, […]

I remember my first off-campus apartment, buying my own groceries, preparing my own meals. I shopped at a Kroger’s conveniently across the street, the next closest supermarket an IGA across town, and of course I didn’t own a car. One night, having smoked a joint, I went into Kroger’s to buy some food. Pushing my