Sorry, but in the immortal words of one of the gay caballeros in Brokeback Mountain, “I can’t quit ya.” These reeds, I mean. I keep coming back to them.
After the storm blew out of my region, it left a … Read the rest
THE MORNING AFTER? SPIDERMAN LURKS
I’m not kidding.
I slept in my clothes.
A long night of torrential rains, biblical thunder and lightning and white caps on a sheltered cove had finally given way to only a continuing southwest gale. The sun was out. I … Read the rest