“How about an African safari?!” challenged the auctioneer. I smiled, home free. Herself was strictly a first-world enthusiast, favoring toilets that worked, old world charm, and cultures with a romance language.
Category Archives: Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop
Dealing with the Past
For decades, our household had two tenants hanging around rent free: Sarah, my great-great grandmother, and her grandmother, Elizabeth.
We, the Jury
At the building entrance prospective jurors shuffle through a channel of tapes leading to the security check. Many peer wistfully at their summons to duty form,
Tennis Anyone?
I chucked out my red leather golf bag, woods and irons, and my snazzy red Etonic golf shoes.
Keeping Up Appearances
I grew up among Episcopalians and military types. The military is all about appearances. My mother’s father, General “Bagpipes” Magruder, wore a suit and bow tie .
Marshall Craig 