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.
join the cult of cojito. just drink the koolaid.

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 Barley Neck, and hike around the edge of the marsh. when i was married my wife and i would come here, throw down a blanket in the tall grass, a […]

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 mosquitos from her naked breasts. I’d angrily pound the keys of a rusty Underwood. I was writing the great American novel. Hemingway would weep.
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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 of […]