Two houses’ front doors are eighty feet apart, the width of a lot line. The sign on the house to the right had the name of the Elephant Party candidate for President; the other, the name of the Donkey Party candidate.
Category Archives: Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop
Leftovers
I pulled open the refrigerator door and looked over the remains of Thanksgiving dinner.
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….
“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 