Steel Train Touch

Steel Train Touch

I’m up by 7:55 this morning to give Taleah a ride to work.  Her car died on Saturday night.  Up in flames.  No joke.  And don’t you worry.  The seat-cover rugs survived.  Phew.

The AC in the house isn’t working this week.  Luckily, it also happens to be the first ridiculously hot week of the year, and it’s not even summer yet.  No one likes this weather.  82 degrees at 11 p.m. …

In Remembrance

In Remembrance

The other day I was walking out of Target when I noticed across the parking lot a gold Buick Le Sabre just like the one I used to own in high school.  My first car.  It’s been so long ago now, more than ten years, I’d forgotten how well I remember it.  But with just one glimpse, it all came back.  The feel of the door handle.  The smell of the seats.  …