Uncountable

Dog barks. I go to the living room to see what’s happening. UPS truck parked outside neighbor’s house. I stand there staring through the front window at cute UPS guy wearing shorts. Tuesday at Gene’s  [more...]

It seems to me that there is some kind of strange, pervasive conspiracy at work in the airports of this country — inevitably, if my gate is, say, C3, the gates are numbered such that the low numbers are farthest  [more...]