Thoughts Unbidden on a Rainy Sunday
One piece of good news, now that the rains have returned, is I do not need to lean over for extended periods to water the vegetables. This is a good thing for my back. Another piece of good news is/was me reading the Andre Dubus piece on short-story writing in the book on that subject…
Walking in the Rain
I was the victim of a scam this week. I say “I”, but my wife Susan played a role in the victimization as well. Also a victim. This afternoon I texted my friend Gavin in Oakland and asked if he had any time to talk. That I needed to talk. He got back to me…
In Between the Transport, There’s Kindness
I had a friend, a while back, named Linda. She was a lesbian on whom I had a wicked crush, and while she chuckled often at that – as in dream on – we hung out together every week. This must have been back in the mid-nineties. We talked about all kinds of things, and…
On the Cusp
I am filled with questions, here, on the cusp of my 70th birthday. A day before the first day of my eighth decade on the planet. Still up here, above ground. Still upright, no white chalk outline around my body. Not yet. And I wonder – will I get another decade? Out on a walk…