Little Boy Bennett
I must have looked lost, too. “Can you find my dad?” A little boy was standing there, calmly asking me. I felt like I was 10 feet tall, he was that small. His urgent appeal snapped me out of my…
This I Used to Believe
That was the prompt this morning at the Mesa Writers Group – it was my first time attending as the guest of Hap Ziegler. After introductions where everyone commented on media, TV, books, and movies they'd consumed recently it was…
A Party Surprise
There are surprise parties and then there are party surprises. We live in a condo with a fireplace prominently positioned in the lobby invoking thoughts of cozy gatherings on cool evenings. Fitted for natural gas, but originally just an empty…
James Landau on State Street
"It's kinda ugly... Richard Lambert and I are hanging out on State Street when James rolls up. We ask him how he feels about car-free State Street...
The Curtin Clan of Reading, Massachusetts
My cousin Donald once confided, “Those times in your life when things turn to shit – that’s the Curtin in you.” Obviously, he was speaking from experience. I declined to offer much in the way of acknowledgement as this topic…
My Jury Duty Escapades
Doing my civic duty over the years Perspective I just completed another jury duty cycle; I checked in each day, but was never called in. I wanted to serve even though my wife told me at every turn how to…