Wouldn’t it be obvious to someone who started the night in three-inch heels that one of their shoes went missing? Or was it such a great night that walking away without it, severely off-balance, seemed perfectly okay? Continue reading “A Shoe on the Other Foot”
I’m guessing that the person who left the tea bag so neatly and carefully arranged on the bench at the bus stop is participating in the new “Brew it Forward” program here in the City. Continue reading “Brew It Forward”
New York (6/25/17) – Wouldn’t you think that every cowpoke worth his saddle sores carries a thesaurus in his bedroll? Something handy he can pull out to find just the right word for every western-y occasion? Like when he’s face-to-face with a greenhorn tenderfoot dude what reckons he knows anything at all about horses. What kind of horse do you put under him?
Continue reading “Poor Horseman of the Apocalypse”
Wearing my armor with a difference
New York (5/19/17) – There are days when your mate sends you out wearing fierce words as you wrest sustenance from the harsh asphalt, concrete, and steel of the city.
OR Bubbles Up My Spine
New York (5/10/2017) – Nothing prepares you for being on stage with a world famous opera soprano when she lights up her larynx in front of an audience at a New York premiere. All I can say is, if you find yourself in that predicament, make sure you’ve tucked in your shirt and buckled your pumpkin pants extra tight. If you didn’t, at least make sure you start the night in something more professional than your lucky underwear. You know the ones. The pair with the red chili peppers that glow in the dark. Continue reading “Opera in My Shorts”
New York, (3/10/17) – For a short while in junior high school I collected rats.
I thought it would be cool. I thought it would demonstrate my innate courage without my having to do anything that required any actual risk, like school yard fistfights, driver’s ed class, or talking to girls. Continue reading “Rats Ate My Cool”
New York (2/4/2017) – For all the years I’ve lived in the City, Lisa and I had never gone to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in person. It was a bit of a big deal when I was growing up in Arizona some fifteen hundred miles away. Late morning, early afternoon of Thanksgiving Day I’d watched the parade with my mom, sister, and brother, while my dad was in the shed working up an appetite. Years later, here in the City, Lisa and I watched it on television, even though it was happening a few blocks down and a few blocks over from our turkeified apartment. Continue reading “I Hit the Heights, the Heights Hit Back”