I think I lost them, I haven’t heard a siren since I extinguished my first cigarette. I’m late. But I am almost there. I lay back on the black leather motorcycle seat, baking in the late afternoon sun, inhaling smoke and sweat. All I can think about is I’m late. Excuses duel in my head. My girlfriend…
“Your mother died.”
Those were the words I heard as I held a cellphone up to my ear, standing in The National Gallery of Art, on Inauguration Day 2013. My wife and I had just witnessed President Barrack Obama take the oath of office for the second time and then ducked into the…
Part One.
1. That I shouldn’t compare my insides with everybody else’s outside.
2. Nobody has all the answers, you aren’t alone in your doubt, in your confusion, or in your fear; we are all a collection of…
Life is lived in thirds, or so I believe. And I believe that I am in the final third of my life. I am sixty-years old, so you might consider that an optimistic outlook. So be it. It’s a good place to be, and the reward is the perspective that I lacked…
We took our usual Sunday morning walk, Izaak the Vizsla, Thor the Shanghai-street rescue pup and me. We made a loop past the west side of Key Arena, up the hill towards the Children’s Theater, down the side of the Armory, around the International Peace Fountain and then the shortcut around the north side…
