As we both trundled near what was likely our last decade, I asked him to make a round breakfast table for me. He could no longer grip the woodworking tools . . .
Tag Archives: St Petersburg
The View from the Pew
Christmas Day, I sought out my pew at St. Peter’s. An Episcopalian from the cradle, I am into pomp and circumstance.
Agency
From the techs, to the floor nurses, to the charge nurse, to the Haitian lady emptying the trash, a single question hung in the air
Rules of the Road
The wrathful driver was nice-looking, wore a collared shirt. I pondered. Why was he so irate? He was driving a Beemer, obviously financially secure, unless he was late on payments.
Eighty Feet Apart
Two houses’ front doors are eighty feet apart, the width of a lot line. The sign on the house to the right had the name of the Elephant Party candidate for President; the other, the name of the Donkey Party candidate.
