If you, like me, have a bottle of Aftershock that has been sitting on the shelf for 7 or 8 years, do not suddenly have 3 shots of it and assume that you’ll be fine in the morning.
Trust me.
If you, like me, have a bottle of Aftershock that has been sitting on the shelf for 7 or 8 years, do not suddenly have 3 shots of it and assume that you’ll be fine in the morning.
Trust me.
I have a vision of San Jose burned into my mind, the way it was back in 1982. What’s really amazing me here is not what’s changed, but what’s stayed the same. At the corner of Branham Lane and Almaden [more...]
I keep hearing a muffled tone, a computer-y beep. It seems like it’s far away, somewhere on the floor. Then I realize that my cell phone, nestled in the little holster attached to my belt, is pushing against the [more...]
As I lay awake tonight waiting for the appointed hour to get up and head for the airport, telephones swam through my gauzy brain. Two questions to ponder while I am flying cross country: First, remember way back when [more...]
