When I was sixteen this man, my father’s friend, stood swaying in the front garden late one Friday night, trying to focus while he interrogated a young man who’d been drinking bad instant coffee and talking deep adolescent nonsense with me in my room for hours.  It was kind of funny because we hadn’t done […]

The train I used to travel in – every day for a decade. One of my best reading, writing and people-watching places in CT. Laughed and struggled with commuters all along that line – through stoppages, storms, delays, holidays, Mondays, summer Fridays and icy winter dawns. Listened to the fabulous buskers, bought chips and bottled […]

November 1996 and I’m walking (not too slow and not too fast) around the curve of Judges, where it intersects with Republic Road, just after the traffic lights. Up past the willow trees bordering the garage and along the edge of Cresta Centre’s parking lot. It’s a summer evening – one of those huge-skied, jasmine scented, […]