It was the noon hour and at the base of the bridge, in the shadow of the arch, construction men ate their lunches, legs flung out in front, backs against the concrete slab. lunch boxes at their side, empanadas in their hands.
Category Archives: Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop
A Dog’s Diary
Using a Brain-Computer Interface App (BCIA), the Craiglit.life technology department was able to transcribe the personal diary of a Labrador Retriever into the publishing empire’s mainframe computer
What Would George Say?
Gazing out over the rubble of our elected officialdom, I reflect we have come on hard times manners-wise and civility-wise.
Can We Talk?
A recent Economist article suggests that American men come up short when it comes to friends, guy friends specifically. American heroes ride solo. Think Gary Cooper in High Noon, Jack Reacher, Spider Man, The Hulk, or Cleatus, the Fox Sports animatronic figure with laser eyeballs.
The Couch Chronicles
This is where the foot rubbing mentioned in my last post occurs. Many readers have inquired if they can bring their feet to the couch to get in on the action.
Marshall Craig 