I chucked out my red leather golf bag, woods and irons, and my snazzy red Etonic golf shoes.
Category Archives: Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop
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…
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.
Marshall Craig 