cape cod
i’m cued up at the Sparrow. the best coffee shop in Orleans. today, the line’s out the door. every summer the Sparrow functions as my default office. it’s where i take calls, figure estimates, write, and, this morning, it’s where i’m busted by Sharyn.
sailing lessons
it’s late morning when i finally leave the Sparrow parking lot. I pick up a fresh water bottle and note pad, park the truck at [tag]Barley Neck[/tag], and hike around the edge of the [tag]marsh[/tag]. when i was married my wife and i would come here, throw down a blanket in the tall grass, a [...]
Death in Panama City
i’ve always loved the rain. when I was a lad I would dream of the rainy season. I’d picture myself in a thatched hut with a beautiful, bronzed-skinned girl. She’d swat mosquitoes from her naked breasts. I’d angrily pound the keys of a rusty Underwood. I was writing the great American novel. Hemingway would weep. [...]
Rum Diary
While we live – lets live. Italian proverb It’s dusk when my girlfriend and I arrive at a friend’s apartment for dinner and drinks. From the13th floor of the Habana building in Bella Vista, I can feel the warm breeze roll in off the bay, and see silhouettes of ships steaming past the old city [...]
