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

Strawberries

There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon sitting on the step of the open french window facing each other your knees held in mine the blue plates in our laps the strawberries glistening in the hot sunlight we dipped them in sugar looking at each other not hurrying the feast Continue reading Strawberries

virus writers

You, being sane (I assume), have to wonder along with me how the minds of the virus writers get to be that messed up in the first place. Furthermore, we now have to imagine as well these blatant losers using the world’s email systems to carry on a private conversation. We have to imagine it Continue reading virus writers