Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop – Page 5

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 .

The Volleyball Player and the Cowboy

I step into the maw of the cavernous Orlando Convention Center and am assaulted by the screaming of at least five hundred teenage girls. The air is peppered with arcing white volleyballs.

“The Doctor Will See You Now….”

I have shoes older than my new primary care doctor. He has a pageboy haircut, like Prince Valiant…