Forks, Fiascos & Table Talk™

  This Tuesday's story (10/14/25) is a great one: The Great Radio Heist: Midnight Mission at Mom’s Apartment Picture this: A modest two-bedroom apartment with a cozy living room nestled right outside the bedrooms, and a kitchen tucked quietly to the side. Mom’s place - our playground - and the setting for one unforgettable night. Tommy’s room was a double-bed camp: two single beds with a nightstand sandwiched in between, perfect for late-night conspiracies. Mom was in her master bedroom, her party-hardened presence lingering like perfume and authority. It was close to 1 a.m.- the witching hour, when quiet schemes come alive. Tommy and I were hanging out when I made the declaration of the night: We need music! But Mom had disciplined Tommy days earlier (for who knows what) and confiscated his beloved radio. “It’s in her room,” he said, nodding toward the wall we shared with Mom. She was snoring softly—fueled by liquid courage, no doubt—but that didn’t dampen our plans. Tommy, the s...