Westward

I travel to Los Angeles, first class and with a rented car waiting to take me to a hotel on Sunset Strip. I will disport myself there for two weeks before returning home. Much time will be spent with my friends, and a good deal on my own. Perhaps I will even venture to get Continue reading Westward

Friday night

Looking at the dark outside the window, and listening to the sound that might be that of a road, but is really the wind travelling down the river valley. Houses become islands of light at times like these. My son and his friends, freed for the weekend, stop by briefly on their travels. Doors open Continue reading Friday night

Where were you when…?

From This Normal Life I was holding the baby when we heard it. The rest follows, since Brian doesn’t have a good archiving system yet, and this story should be preserved.