Article Archives: Words with Woods

The Crash of Camelot

November 21, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

Fifty years ago a skinny high-school sophomore, wet from his after-gym shower, stood naked on a locker room bench, drying his body. He stood on the bench because he did not like to have his bare wet feet on the locker room floor. I remember that moment because, as I … Read More

Portrait of The Artist as a Pool Player

November 14, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

My new landlord asked if I had found a poolroom. At my lease signing I had told him that my research into neighborhoods included the locations of places to shoot pool. He told me of a place that he had visited, saying that it looked as if “there was a … Read More

Moving Days

November 7, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

I took time off from my busy life of writing and shooting pool to help my eldest daughter move her children, stepson and their father into another apartment. For recompense, I received 12 days of joy with my grandbeauties, a payment that more than cancelled out the great pain of … Read More

Boo

October 31, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

My house in Clarksville, Indiana had some well-deserved notoriety. It was the place where adolescent children were given an uncensored look at the miracle of childbirth (and in my defense, I did not know that my daughter was showing off those Lamaze Prepared Childbirth slides), where two teenaged football players … Read More

Do Day

October 24, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

On October 10th I turned the corner of one street onto another, ignoring the call of a woman on the other side. She said, “Excuse me,” and I kept walking. She called out again, “Excuse me, sir. You, across the street.” I rarely respond to random hails from strangers on … Read More