January 2016

  • Notes From A Shoe Box

    Beck woke me. I nodded…yawned. “She’s orange and on the other side of the fence in the car dealer’s parking lot”. Don’t remember if I even put shoes on, probably not, but I followed downstairs and, yes, she was orange, I was still yawning, I’m sure, and she was, indeed, on the other side of… Continue reading