It was our place. For most of 15 years. The little bungalow at Angora and Old Gate was a special place. Home. Where Harry barked and played. And breathed his last. Where Lilly sang and cuddled on the couch. Where Sally surveyed her realm through the street-facing windows. It might have been a cacophony of […]
Not long ago this list was put in front of me as part of a breakup speech. It was her way of giving me up and setting herself free of me. Finding myself Staying put or leaving Remarrying As I’ve written elsewhere I think she is oh-for-three on this list. I’m just getting started. Let’s
(I was reminded of this encounter through Facebook Memories yesterday. This was originally a Facebook post in 2023) We made our usual trip to Well-Grounded this Friday morning. The staff greeted us with their usual “Hi, Sally!” After we got our order and made our way to our table, a pretty young woman in shorts
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She stood tall, all five-foot-whatever, in front of her soon-to-be masterpiece. Hands on her hips, arms akimbo, with a rainbow of paint colors spattered from the brim of her floppy hat all the way down her front to the toes of her New Balance hikers. The artist at work. Her canvas is the side of
It was a usual quiet Sunday morning when my phone rang. “Hello?” “Hi. Say I am a day early for my group ride and thought I’d ask you if you wanted to go on a ride?” How spontaneous! “Sure,” I said. “Still have my bike gear on. When and where?” “How about now. I’m in
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Another “leftover” thing. Each reminds me of a person or situation. Most brings me a smile and a happy thought. Another story. Another connection. Obscure I know. We all have those moments. And memories. These are our dashboard companions. From the top and moving clockwise: Willie, came from a pet store on Orcas Island, a
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A “bonus leftover” thing. Each reminds me of a person or situation. Most bring a smile to my face and a happy thought. Another story. Another connection. In the liquor store today and reminded of a visit a few years back to this distillery. My companion and I had gone north to go to a
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This is an inspiring tale, one that begins in a coffee shop and inspired by a little dog with the same name as our leading lady. Prelude It was in that coffee shop I heard a story—a love story—of a relationship between a keyboardist and a clarinetist. It’s a good one, so bear with me.
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Another “leftover” thing. Each reminds me of a person or situation. Most bring a smile to me and a happy thought. Another story. Another connection. Every day we pass by the antique Singer sewing machine by the front door. She saw it in a store in Mazatlan years ago. Had to have it. We paid
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Well, maybe “idea space.” Truth is, I’ve gotten, collected and fleshed out writing projects at our favorite coffee spot for a while now. The genesis of Just Go, The Playlist Trader and In Love with Potential were here. At at table. With Sal at my feet. And a cup of joe (with half and half).
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