Growing up with nearly all of my family living within a five-mile radius of our apartment building was a mixed blessing: no matter the occasion, Christmas to christenings, anniversaries to Arbor Day, you knew exactly who was going to be on the guest list, jostling you at the cramped buffet table and beating you to the only bathroom. And even if it was your birthday celebration and you wanted to invite your friends, family trumped all and you knew exactly who was going to make the guest list. Continue reading
I found Nemo!
Sure he’s missing his stripes, but he’s none the worse for wear! And what’s he doing two miles from the sea, here in San Diego, I do not know. Nor do I ask, as it’s none of my business. All the same,
I FOUND NEMO! Continue reading
I’ve often imagined myself walking through the streets of Manhattan, a la Holly Golightly in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” with a cup of coffee in my hand and the refrain of “Moon River” playing over me. Or I was more like Mary Tyler Moore, tossing my Tam o’ Shanter cap in the air to the tune of, “You’re going to make it after all.” Continue reading
Nor does it know of what awaits it in the bowels of the town dump. Sad, little bicycle, alone and forgotten. See how it lays motionless in the gutter, lonely and desolate, probably with a good many questions of its own. For starters, it must be thinking, “Why me?” Continue reading
Horror of all horrors, Coconut is missing!
I don’t know how it happened or when, but on my walk today there were flyers plastered all over the neighborhood.
Coconut is missing and I can only surmise that his owner is in a state of absolute heartbreak and panic. Life without precious Coconut could prove calamitous, indeed. Continue reading