One morning not too long ago, I was standing in the kitchen of the Folger Guest House in Washington, DC, speaking to one of the founders of the Folger Consort about technology. He was lamenting about how we were all
They were the Weather Men, and they ruled the world.
His eyes were shut, his lids and eyebrows squinting with such force that his entire face was contorted.
“Wow, you sure walk fast.”
“Dr. Brinkley! Come here!” Dr. Joshua Brinkley stood up and fanned himself with his hat. Six weeks at this dig, and he still hadn’t gotten used to the heat. By this time next month, he mused, I might have sweated
She stood outside the store in the pouring rain, just beyond the awning. The first thing Pablo noticed about her was not the way her long hair fell in thick, wet ropes down her back, nor her blotchy red face,
I see you from across the room. That look in your eyes tells me that you mean to devour me whole…and I have a feeling I won’t mind it one bit.
It was coming. I could neither see nor hear it, but I knew it was approaching. Slowly, deliberately, it was coming for me.
Sorry I haven’t been posting recently…I will try to use some of my down time this summer to do more writing.