Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,
Willie has mixed emotions about homeless Syrians coming to America but his wife Millie says we should take them in.
He’s supposed to be a feral cat and I’d never tell him otherwise but when my wife goes shopping he waits hours for her patiently on his haunches
Dad, happy to see you’re taking a nap. I’m down at the pier so give me a shout when you wake up
Other than death there’s no way to escape them unless you’re a hummingbird
He’s a chef today but Raj Patel was once a swami in another life and a mongoose twice in other lives as well. All this occurred in Bangalore
I used to be flexible about meetings at work. Change the hour of a meeting, no problem for me.
I like to watch master chefs on television do their thing. My favorite is Jacques Pépin when he has to chop an onion. No one chops an onion faster.
Mike’s old now. His mind is somewhere in the Fifties. Every few weeks one of his kids takes
She’s at a flower show miles away arranging roses in a vase very carefully.
In 1962 my father toiled in Quinc… two weeks, no more, and saw no blacks except for two young ladies who moved like swans
A friend in England rings me up and we talk about this and that. He asks if my president’s in touch with all that’s going on and I say he should be in touch, going to
Made in America means different things to different people. In 1998 they made our old Camry in Japan.
Three times a day a train roars through a field a farm away booming like an Angus bull looking for companionship.
If I hadn’t died, I’d still be bouncing along in that Greyhound bus through the mountains swigging a Coke.