we are somebody
I was with some people last night, sitting just past the seating at the coffee shop, and someone was talking about growing up with a father who was a garbage man. He shared some feelings about what that felt like, kids in school talking about their doctor and software engineer and ceo dads. Noting, as…
close to you
Yesterday was my final day working with Briana at the Logan Heights branch of the San Diego Public Library. There was some sadness, giving her a hug goodbye, wishing her the best, offering to be a reference, encouraging her to take good care of herself and her medical realities. She’s a lovely person, and there’s…
magazine on a surfboard
Sometime around 2015 I found myself on the North Shore of Oahu, Hawaii. I found myself on a surfboard, in my one and only surfing lesson so far these 75 years. My surf instructor was a woman named Karen. She was deeply tanned, Hawaii all over, and she hooked me up with a “rash” jersey…
spare change
On June 28th I announced that this Blog – Couch Surfing at 70 – was moving from its read-for-free, six-year run to a paid subscription. Pay a monthly fee to see posts which would otherwise be unavailable for view. This morning I’m here to tell you that is not going to happen. There will be…