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….
Category Archives: Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop
“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.
Down-Ballot Blues
My Life’s Editor and I went to a political fundraiser last week. It would be easy to write a check and not show up.
A Walk on Central
She decided to brave a sidewalk route along the shaded sin and debauchery block of Central Avenue, between 2d and 3d Streets.
Marshall Craig 