With fifteen thousand others, we were at the hockey stadium to hear Andrea Bocelli. I wondered. How many people were both an opera fan and a hockey fan?
Category Archives: Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop
Eighty Feet Apart
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.
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.
Marshall Craig 