Last week while taking photos of high surf rolling into the Carmel coastline, I decided to take a selfie. After all, Facebook wanted me to post a current photo of myself. So, I went to Sammy’s Beach (my secret place at the bottom of a cliff) and put my camera on a rock and setContinue reading “The Aborted Selfie…”
My fireworks for the New Year was a charcoal starter as shown above. I opted to barbecue on the cusp of a near freezing evening. Rebel! To the point: in 2016 it’s time to get off the yoga mat. Stay tuned.
There’s a news fight each morning in my house: the New York Times vs. the internet. The Times is delivered to my doorstep, sometimes to the bushes. While I could access the NYT via the internet, I prefer to hold it so I can transfer newsprint to the chair cover and my forearm. I keepContinue reading “Fading Newsprint…”
“It’s a luxury,” said Ben to a young woman at the next table. “What is?” He was surprised she responded. “The luxury of being at this outdoor café when people are at work and the luxury of talking to you.” “Clever line,” she said. “Out of work like me?” “Between careers.” She laughed. “What didContinue reading “Friday Fast Fiction: Clever Over Coffee”
The drone of the office party was shattered by Bev. The old wooden chair she was sitting on gave way. Like me she’d come to the party alone. Now she was surrounded by a crowd of coworkers. I used the distraction to sneak out the back door. It was dark and I walked the wrongContinue reading “Friday Fast Fiction: Bev and the Broken Chairs”