Monthly Archives: April 2013

Jake (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on April 30, 2013 by sputterpub

I went after my first vehicle when I was 22 years old. I was just starting to work in the City then, for the model shop of a big engineering company. I spent my time building Plexiglas miniatures of power … Continue reading →

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Ho Hum:

Posted on April 29, 2013 by sputterpub

Another phrase that means the opposite of what we all agree is common speech. You tell me “boring” is appropriate as synonym – exactly as we teach our kids, but now consider otherwise: the “ho” is yawning to inhale more … Continue reading →

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Edifice

Posted on April 26, 2013 by sputterpub

To me and maybe most of us a house is often made a metaphor of mind. No matter it’s in Monterey or Taos or Tulsa, Flint or Madison – behind the doors, beneath the roof, there may be mess or … Continue reading →

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Ankles (3 of 3)

Posted on April 25, 2013 by sputterpub

We drove home with unopened champagne and leftover snacks. I took a bag of chocolate raisins but otherwise managed to leave the junk in the car. Corky and I resettled rather happily in our house. Until the next day. I … Continue reading →

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Ankles (2 of 3)

Posted on April 24, 2013 by sputterpub

So Beth must have refused half a dozen of Sam’s travel ideas before the Mendocino plan. Suddenly she agreed. Sam arranged for two rooms at a dog-friendly inn and a vehicle big enough for the six of us, and we … Continue reading →

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Ankles (1 of 3)

Posted on April 23, 2013 by sputterpub

My weak spot, apparently, is an Achilles tendon. Not that my mother was a demi-goddess, except perhaps in her mind and my father’s (at least at first). Not that I was ever dipped. I’m Jewish. Jewish babies are not dipped. … Continue reading →

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The Introvert’s Birthday

Posted on April 22, 2013 by sputterpub

The air this morning sparkles now the storm has passed, that left a wake of weather here as clean as cloud, as still as fog, as warm as western dusk. Another racing year surrounds a life today and starts a … Continue reading →

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Stop

Posted on April 19, 2013 by sputterpub

I lately get the luxury of black and white instead of teasing tones in gray. I’ve too much on my plate – I see a stack of jobs, but there’s a path as clear as day: I have to move … Continue reading →

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O U Kid (Part 3 of 3)

Posted on April 18, 2013 by sputterpub

“You may be right,” Paula said. She took a few paces in silence and added, “When you think about everything a person has to learn from birth to adulthood, it’s a miracle if the kid has any good days at … Continue reading →

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O U Kid (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on April 17, 2013 by sputterpub

Peg was not hurt, but she’s a complainer. For the rest of the morning hike we had to hear about the chances of delayed symptoms of injury. And although it’s true that after that event, Peg didn’t walk the long … Continue reading →

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