Fog & Home

For me writing is launching my little boat on the great river of life, seeing where the currents will take me. It is an adventure and a homecoming, at the same time. The fog this morning is so thick that I can barely make out the house directly across the street. Attila said his drive… Continue reading Fog & Home

The New Throne

Attila is hard at work this evening. He waited until I arrived home from work, then offered me my very last chance to grace the old throne. It has been retired, at last, to be replaced with a very inexpensive, low-flow, dual-flush model. Mist does not approve. Mist has a thing about forbidden sources of… Continue reading The New Throne