Technically, this rum we were drinking was moonshine, and though most rum has a tint, a tan, a sort of teaky Caribbean lacquer, this one did not.
Soon, the clocks will change. Pollen will coat the window sills. The sun will blast the flowers, turn them into hard candy. Boy and girls will drop easy pop flies.
I recommend this red wine as a cure-all for insomnia, disenchantment, athlete’s foot, hair loss, gout. This isn’t Gatorade they’re pouring. It’s more like a bloody steak. Yum.
So I began to load my little appetizer plate. One shrimp, two shrimp, three shrimp, four…
This doggy doodle incident shows is that if authorities turn a blind eye to misbehavior and ridicule, that misbehavior and ridicule are bound to flourish.
Roberto at the farmers market tells me how the nurseries that supply him are giving up on flowers and growing cannabis instead.
A football game is simple: To score a touchdown. How you do it doesn’t matter. Murder. Trickery. Mayhem. Deceit. Grace. Subterfuge. Fraud. Chicanery. All completely legal. If you're a Patriot, you cheat.
This engagement was like waiting for Germany to annex Austria, or for Bonnie to seduce Clyde. You knew they would, you just didn’t know exactly when.
You think you know love – all its volumes, all its various syrups -- and then you meet your new grandchild.
It's all the simple stuff, really -- the walks, the moonlit nights, the pancakes. When you inhale up here, it’s so much better. When you exhale, it smells like pine.