This morning, quite early, I woke to the sound of a wind chimes softly ringing in our arbor, but there was no wind. I rose and stood bare footed (and bare assed) at the sliding door to our yard and looked to the trees, which were still. Perhaps I imagined it. The chimes are…
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COMING OFF THE STREAM
Tracing my steps from pool to pool, I head back to the car. The path back to the road is barely discernible in the shadows of the evening. No moon yet, I point my rod behind me to not snap it on some tree. The car is dark. Bulla is still on the stream. I…
Books
I have weaned myself from books several times in my life. At 17, I left home for a year and then went in the service. In my time away, everything from my childhood disappeared when my parents left the family home for simpler quarters. (I am not sure what was going on in their…
Free Agency
When friends ask me what I have been up to, I have recently been responding that “I have become a free agent”. They ask: “Do you mean that you have retired?” “No”, I reply, “I have simply stopped being a school administrator.” Had I retired, I am sure that there would have been a retirement…