Many miles to go Adventures rescheduled, seems I've mislaid my shoes
A lunch of Nutella and iced Nescafé
Her life was boringly predictable, settled into a routine so mundane she knew, down to the minute, how it would play out. At 4:30 a.m. her mini Lab wakes her. Standing at the edge of her bed, nudging her with a wet nose and amorous dog kisses, licking her arm until she gets up. Padding … Continue reading A lunch of Nutella and iced Nescafé
Non compos mentis
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ~ Ernest Hemingway We aren’t the typical family. We don’t share familial blood reaching back generations, but we do suffer from a shared madness. Our family curse, non compos mentis, brings us together to chew over our afflictions, to … Continue reading Non compos mentis
The content of their character
While my fam was in Greensboro, NC for our daughter's graduation, we visited the F.W. Woolworth's lunch counter downtown at the corner of Elm and February One streets where we could order a complete turkey dinner for 65¢ or a slice of apple pie for 15¢. The store closed for business in 1993, but the … Continue reading The content of their character
Old downtown
The fam is visiting our daughter this weekend in advance of her graduation next week. The College Kid will receive her master's degree on Monday, and we couldn't be more proud. Saturday we met up for a brunch of chicken and waffles (sorry, no pix, we ate a little too fast), then took a walk … Continue reading Old downtown
Gin joints
Stan felt a of rush of déjà vu standing on the tarmac with Pauley, only this time he was holding her hand, not carrying her, drugged and unconscious, onto a plane. “A lot different from the last time, huh?” Pauley liked to tease Stan about his part in her involuntary exile with her mother and … Continue reading Gin joints
Thin spiral notebook 