Sadly, my parents never made it to California, not permanently. The closest they got was three months in San Jose, which was long enough to enroll me in school in the fifth grade. Two things stand out from that time: … Continue reading California Dreaming
I have a friend I haven’t seen much of lately, because he is busy cleaning out his apartment. He has accumulated so many books over the years that he readily admits his place has become a fire hazard. His landlord … Continue reading I’m Moving On
Years ago I bought a yellow VW bug. I had never owned one before and hardly noticed them on the road. Once I bought one, however, I started seeing them everywhere, putt-putt-putting around town with their quirky shape and ladybug … Continue reading Yellow Volkswagens Everywhere
I went camping this weekend with family members at Big Sur on the central coast of California. In all, there were four adults and five small children. We slept in two tents and packed enough supplies for what my mother … Continue reading Something Definitely Persists
It’s August, and you know what that means. Beach books. Honestly, forget Grisham. Try two from the Mercury Trilogy (The Gringo, Laura Fedora) or Nine Lives. “You won’t find anything funnier,” said God. Just click here. For more, go to Robert Brancatelli. … Continue reading Mittwoch Matinee
I went into an Italian bakery the other day and bought a focaccia and baguette. When the clerk gave me my change, she invited me to take a bag of bread crumbs at no extra charge. This particular bakery is … Continue reading Bread Crumbs
My Bostonian shoes have become rain shoes. They’re not really rain shoes. It’s just that every time I wear them it rains. Every time. And I don’t mean rain. I mean flash floods, the kind that send your cellphone buzzing, … Continue reading My Bostonians
