Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop – Page 6 – Marshall Craig

Election Day

“I’m worried about you,” my sister Peg said. “Are you sure you’ll be safe?” I had just told her I had volunteered to be a poll watcher.

Get a Job

I envy men who have had a profession, men who always wanted to be an actuary or a toll collector on the New Jersey Turnpike. I was born into a military family. My father, both grandfathers, a grandfather’s brother, my brother, three of my cousins, and a brother-in-law were military officers.

Being the Big Kahuna

I held the gavel suspended in mid-air. It was my last meeting as Chair of the St. Petersburg Urban Detritus Society (SPUDS). I held fire on gaveling the annual membership meeting to an end

The Curveball and the Star-Spangled Banner

From the time I waddled out onto the Little League field to settle in behind home plate wearing shin guards, chest protector, and catcher’s mask, I was hooked on baseball

My Father’s Shoes

In my shoeshine box, they will find: two shine brushes (brown, black); two polish brushes (ditto); three cans of polish (cordovan, brown, black); a bottle of saddle soap; and three shine cloths (one filched from the Woodstock Inn in Vermont and one from the Boar’s Head Inn in Charlottesville, VA).