I pulled open the refrigerator door and looked over the remains of Thanksgiving dinner.
Author Archives: Marshall
Riding It Out
I was not thinking about hurricanes back then. I anticipated life in our new home in St. Petersburg’s Old Northeast: warm days under the oaks, visits to Pass-a-Grille beach….
Grab Your Hat
Tomorrow, at breakfast, reach over and turn off your iPad or close your laptop. Grab the remote; turn off the TV. Forget breaking news
“On a Scale of One to Five….”
The trickle of “How did we do?” surveys has become a flood, wearing out my delete button.
Afoot in the Flatirons
Like Brigadoon, Boulder is stuck in time. Citizens are peaceful, wait for the walk light at intersections, and recycle for the good of mother earth.
Marshall Craig 