Josh stopped at concessions for two orders of cotton candy, strolling to their rendezvous in penny loafers and bowling shirt. Sixteen minutes passed before she texted, canceling. But cell phones hadn’t been invented yet. Ghosted, he waited another hour, gave his blues to a bobbysoxer, and slowly slumped home. Raised in Chicago and residing in … Continue reading DOUG HOEKSTRA: The Tilt-a-World