Back when we still lived in Washington D.C., Susan and I frequently repeated a similar conversation. She would walk into our apartment after a work event or some other nighttime activity and say something like, “I had the nicest cab driver. He grew up in Mumbai. Moved here when he was twenty-two. His father owns … Continue reading The Pout-Pout Fish
Month: August 2026
The Disability Card
I played the disability card. Well, actually Susan did it, but on my behalf. She worries about me, tries to make my life easier, so she made the call. We flew to Portland recently, Oregon, not Maine. A long flight, probably about as long a flight as you can make from Baltimore and still be … Continue reading The Disability Card
An Almost Empty Nest
The nest is empty. The boy lives downtown, a block from the firehouse where he volunteers. When a call comes out, via cell phone now rather than scanner, he can report in mere minutes, ready to save a home or a life. The girl moved to Wyoming, fighting fires of her own. Forests, not structures, … Continue reading An Almost Empty Nest
The Other Stuff 