I am ashamed of some of my friends. Let’s just say we are in the senior citizen range, from fifty-five and up. Way up. Some of them are in their eighties. They are making fun of youth marching in the streets for climate change. They are attacking Greta Thunberg, the Swedish teenager who started it… Continue reading The Shame of my Generation
I have two stalkers. One of my stalkers is a homeless guy who disappeared eight years ago and has now reappeared. He calls. He shows up. He asks for work. He asks for money. I told him my situation has changed from eight years ago. My sister is now in my care. She just reached… Continue reading Two Stalkers
My little beach house sits on land bought back in 1929 from the railroad company. The old deed shows the purchase price of $25.00. For some reason, the original owner didn’t want to buy the land up to the railroad tracks. Now, 90 years later, the land between my back fence and the old railroad… Continue reading The Turquoise Trailer and the Homeless Couple
Then it dawned on her that Eric might actually live in his BMW.
On the news last night, the anchors reported a new app for San Francisco people – to report poop, dog or human, on city streets. I am not a Snapchat user, but at least one of my children is. This new free app, instead of for posting selfies, is an excrement tattle tale (tattle tail?).… Continue reading The Snapcrap App for San Francisco
It was the early 2000’s. Lynn met a cute guy in the wine country, Yountville, while dancing at a bar with her friends. Eric said he was also from the Bay Area, and he asked her out. She said yes. Lynn had told the neighbors about her new guy, so they were all out in… Continue reading Moochy Mc Moocherson