National Celebrate Lily Night

When I get homesick, Google comes to the rescue — I can just take a bird’s eye view of my old house and note that my old white Prius is parked in the spot by the mailboxes — this was before Bonnie  [more...]

Back in the ancient mists of time, I posted about my desire to return to San Jose, California — an odd desire — to see what the place is like now. (I lived there for about a year in the early 80s.) Looks  [more...]

So, there I am, sitting in front of my house yakking on the phone about my crappy day, when I hear this strange sound — a rumble, sort of like a helicopter, but not as sharp.
Then I looked up.