Monthly Archives: July 2013
mo: Do you think anyone else has their morning coffee with a Rachadillo? me: Likely no.
“Habla español?” I’ve just made eye contact with a woman wandering downtown as I cross the street going to work. They’re sad eyes. She’s what I would have considered old before I got old myself. Maybe a little lost or … Continue reading
Here we go again Another round of blues Several miles ago I set down my angel shoes — the prophet shawn colvin Wading in the Colorado River on a 100-degree day. Lounging in the shade with that vibe of a … Continue reading
Formula for a short run at the track: Me, two pit bulls, a Rottweiller and a shady-looking guy who tells me, “Don’t worry. They won’t bite.”