Obscure America

Love in Gasparilla Island

About four years ago I went on assignment to tell a story about love in America. It was for my former employer Obscure America, a boutique magazine out of Idaho—you’ve probably never heard of it.

At any rate, my editor, Marsha, canned it. Said it was “No good.” Said it was “inappropriate.” That I needed to “get a life.”

I always thought she had a thing for me, and her shelving this piece kind of felt like some kind of retribution.

Well, I stumbled upon the cut recently, and while I may be contractually forbidden to share it, I think it’s worth putting out there.

I do hope you enjoy it, and if you could, share it out far and wide.

I’d like for that old hag Marsha to see this thing spread around.

-Dime