Flashes of Wonder

If I wrote like my wife talks, I'd write narrative like a kid writing home from summer camp, "I had oatmeal for breakfast and we played softball and I outran all the boys in a foot race and we had hamburgers for dinner..." But, I write like a Red Bull-drinking cat on a hot tin [...]

The Sole of My Father

Before soft comfortable velcro secured shoes I remember my Dad's brown wingtip leather-sole shoes tied with dark cords and buffed brilliantly with Kiwi shoe polish. I thought of my Dad and how i once watched him polish those shoes, as i wrote this today. Happy Fathers Day Dad The sole of my father Shoe leather [...]

The Man from 1933

I walked through my front door this morning and was startled by the dense mechanical ring of the oak & metal Bell Telephone Company phone mounted on the wall of our living room facing out to the east garden. I had never heard it ring before since it’s only an antique, so my curiosity piqued, [...]