Today is Friday.  I am sitting at a Starbucks typing this – something I very rarely do (typing at Starbucks, that is).  I recognize the staff here.  I think maybe one or two of them recognize me.  I usually come here with a buddy of mine, sometimes on a Friday, but he is out of... Continue Reading →

Now, I cannot – will not – divulge certain information as to exactly how and where, but, I recently found myself becoming acquainted with a prostitute.  ‘Acquainted’ is not a euphemism – I have not paid her for sex, let alone engaged in it with her.  When I told her I wanted to write about... Continue Reading →

A friend once expressed to me a frustration that prevents him from becoming more of a reader.  After leaving a second-hand bookstore, he explained (empty-handed) that everything is arranged by author and since he knows no authors, he can’t look for and find anything he would perhaps like to buy and read.  I pointed out... Continue Reading →

How I hate to see an apple peeled!  One morning in the early spring, I was out for my usual weekend bike ride (and yes, I mean bicycle – how “bike” becomes or became motorcycle is another topic). After zigzagging through the side streets of the suburbs for some time, I came to the trails... Continue Reading →