A Write to be Wrong

Today is Monday morning, October 26th, and the internet in my neck of the world (Langley) is not working. I planned to write a story about my twenty-year quest to brew the best cup of coffee ever (at home). It is a story that’s been percolating inside my hollow head for months, but I haven’t… Continue reading A Write to be Wrong

The Lost Mustache Walk

It’s been a week since I lost my mustache and I’m not sure if I’ll ever find it again.  It’s only happened twice before in the last fifty-two years.  But I feel naked without it and haven’t had the nerve to venture out in public.  I mean, who likes to be embarrassed? Last Monday, I… Continue reading The Lost Mustache Walk