My husband wanted to go to a minor-league hockey game. You mean, before you die? I asked. No, he said, tonight, there’s a game tonight, I want to go to a minor- league hockey game tonight. It seemed a dumb thing to want to do. But in our marriage vows we had sworn that we …
Finally, fifteen months after he died, I get my son’s death certificate in the mail. There it is: the manner of his death, the time, date, place, and also his name. It’s misspelled, both first and last. His middle name they got right. “I like the name, you like the name. But you just know …
WITH COMMENTS FROM GREG AND CINCINNATI REVIEW’S FICTION EDITOR, BROCK CLARKE. Brock Clarke: We’ve published two stories by Greg Baxter, “Dead-End MF” and “Two Incidents in the Hindu Kush”—the latter about the war in Afghanistan, and the former about a screw-up who wants to throw a big party. They sound like they couldn’t be more …