Waterfront Chronicles

  A little tyke came speeding by on a two-wheeler with the confidence of a racing pro. Most children his age need tricycles, or at best a bike with training wheels, “Your kid is amazing!” I exclaimed.   “Yes,” answered the mother . . . no humility, just certainty. And with a hint of an Eastern … [Read more…]

View From the Post Office Bench

I’m perfectly angled. The late afternoon sun is kissing my face and warming my body during this unseasonably cold Florida winter. I am the observer as my town passes by.  Normally, I would be an active participant, but a recent injury has eliminated me from tennis, dance and Spa workouts. Like an injured football player, … [Read more…]