February 2009

I walked out the front door this morning, Ash Wednesday, to last night’s flotsam: strings of broken beads, a half eaten funnel cake just there in the middle of the street, cast off paper products everywhere, tottering in the morning breeze; an askew port-o-let down on a dead corner, thatRead More →

From my front porch I can see the gaudy lights of the food kiosk on Broad street…hawking funnel cakes….jumbo corn dogs…chicken on a stick..Do people really eat that stuff, and live to tell about it? Somewhere out in the night the drum corps is marking an ancient rhythm reminding usRead More →