I am in here.
We are home now, full of memories (not to mention brand new cold virii) and photographs and a strong resolution to spend vacation time in a warm place. Any warm place. Possibly even Guam. Actually, now that I write it, Guam seems like a good idea. It is an island, and the weather is probably … Continue reading Return from NYC
Home was waiting for me when I got back here. I missed this place, but now I miss Boulder just as much. Peter forgot to tell us that the refrigerator broke down, “oh, some time last week.” At least I have a task for tomorrow. I just wish the refrigerator’s inside didn’t smell like a … Continue reading Home was waiting
Since Frederic Remington saw fit to cast bronzes, my father saw it as a responsibility, of a sort, to have a couple of them around. One of them used to stand on the square oak table in the barroom where I did all of my homework until I was in high school. The figure, a … Continue reading Out West: the bronzes
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