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The small metal case looked impenetrable. No seams, no screws, no way to get inside. What can you do with a failed hard drive? She placed it on the sidewalk and knelt beside it with a hammer. Smashing into the … Continue reading
Friendly messages scrawled in chalk on the sidewalk included “hi” in cursive. Amazed at seeing cursive from what I would presume is a child’s sidewalk art, I stopped and took a photo. You never know what kids are capable of … Continue reading
My grandma is a biker. I love saying that to people. She doesn’t ride a motorcycle, so I’m exaggerating a bit when I say it. She actually putts around on a Vespa. It’s painted blue and she coordinated her helmet … Continue reading
“I promise it will never happen again.” He stared at me, looking for some measure of forgiveness in my eyes. “I know I’ve said that before, but I mean it for real this time.” I turned and walked away. I … Continue reading
The driverless electric car was at the curb. I climbed in and headed for work. My phone rang. It was my daughter scolding me (scolding ME) for selling my gas powered car. I answered, “Yes, and my decision to do … Continue reading
A thunderstorm approached, throwing light into the bedroom. Enough tossing and turning, she thought. She climbed out of bed. She warmed a cup of milk in the microwave and sat in the living room to drink it and watch the … Continue reading
I give myself an eyesight test each day. I look for the cable car gliding up or down the mountain. Today the mountain is behind the clouds. Dark and thick, those clouds, full of rain and fog. When I can’t … Continue reading
She sat down in the theater seat next to me. I felt her looking at me. Then she said, “You’re Cindy Dawson,” and stuck her hand my way for a handshake. I looked at her. I had no idea who … Continue reading
A scraping noise. A quiet car driving away. The clock said 3 AM. She peered out the window. The garden hose lay near the street, splayed on the sidewalk like a giant snake. Someone was stealing the hose? Or trying … Continue reading