The Old Mansion on My Street

Concord MA, graveyardI consider taking a walk, but then I remember I need my crutches.

Not that I need the crutches. My leg is fine now. The break was clean; the cast inconvenient but a nice attention getter; the crutches cumbersome and ugly.

I would have liked to have thrown the tall rigid walking implements into the trash. Or at least recycled them for some other poor soul to use.

But, sagely, I left my un-needed crutches standing in the foyer, by the front door.

For just this kind of day. . .Autumn, fall leaves Continue reading

I Know What You Did

I know wha you did, secret, crank callThis time, I choose to not answer the phone call.

I’ve had 13 of them, one every morning, at precisely 10:59 a.m.

The number does not identify the caller, so it’s no one I know. 277-453-6657.

When I take the call 13 days ago, I figure it’s a solicitation, but then again, it could be from Hollywood, accepting the screenplay to my latest book.

But instead, a deep, husky male voice proclaims: “I know what you did.”

Then, a click and silence. Continue reading

Looking Straight Up

globe, world, bloggingIn celebration of my 190th post today, I’m re-blogging my first one. I began with 0 followers, but I had the germ of an idea of imparting my little flashes of “life” and insights to anyone who might stop by. A little more than 3 1/2 years later,  through my writing I have shared experiences and perceptions with thousands of you thoughout our world, including the U.S., England, and Ireland; South Korea and South Africa ; Chile and Indonesia;  Spain and India, and dozens of countries in between. THANK you for joining me on this mutual voyage of discovery.

I was walking on a newly discovered path when a white piece of paper fluttered down toward my face, Tennesse Valley, Marin Countyseemingly out of nowhere.  Strange, I mused, continuing to stride quickly and purposefully.  I had hit the timer on my athletic watch, and was determined to walk briskly and beautifully to the end of the path and back until the timer dinged after sixty minutes. Continue reading