My Dad was a tough guy. It least that’s what he wanted you to think. But he had a sweet, gentle side that few ever saw him display. However, I saw him display this side one early morning, when no … Continue reading
The old man was sitting in his favorite chair in the living room watching the six o’clock news. He had been using oxygen since he was first diagnosed with emphysema and COPD. By his chair was a round side table … Continue reading
The light from the blue moon shone across the porcelain giving the bathroom an eery feel. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. There was an exhausted old man staring back at him. He was just fifty-three years old. … Continue reading
“My bad!” Have you been given this as a form of apology? How did it make you feel? Satisfied? Vindicated? Resolved? Did it seem sincere? Did it sound like any restitution was forthcoming? It is a feeble act of taking … Continue reading
No, it is not a seat on the symphony board or even in the orchestra. I’m talking about the chair that is put out in the street to save a parking spot. Iconic tradition. It can be found in a … Continue reading
I was watching one of those real estate TV shows, when I first heard the term mentioned. The real estate agent took the couple down to the basement and there it was, just sitting there, in the corner, all alone. … Continue reading
I don’t know if you have ever had to try to get something from city government, but it can be a real headache. A simple request often has to go through a lot of red tape, meetings, and mounds of … Continue reading
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