July has the most fog of any month of the year at the Golden Gate Bridge. It rarely comes in on little cat’s paws. It is more like a lion that is on you before you know it. At least that’s the way it seems at night, when you’re the only one on duty
There is no way to give up San Francisco, once you have fallen under its spell. You keep longing for the magic, and now and then, when the wind and the light are right, and the air smells ocean-clean, and a white ship is emerging from the Golden Gate mist into the Bay, and the…
No! No, no, no, no, noooooo! My heart was racing and all I could do was exhale. Why me? Why today? I took a deep breath, hurried to the elevator lobby and pushed the down button. The doors opened right away and I stepped inside for a ride that I did not want to take.
It was cold and raining in early January when I started this post, but something held me back from finishing it. Thoughts swirled around in my head, one leading to another, and another, and then one or two more after that.
Last year I won a Flash Fiction contest on J.A. Allen’s website, Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins. My prize was an opportunity to be a Guest Host on her blog and write a story for the occasion. That particular story, The Connection, got me thinking about the idea of capturing bits and pieces of my workdays…
It was a Friday afternoon and I was seated on a bench on the fantail of one the Golden Gate Ferry boats that run between San Francisco and Marin County, CA. In the waning light of an November evening it felt good to have open sky above me. I sat and drank my adult beverage…
“Tommy, how does a guy like you get to be a guy like you?” Norm took a long drink of beer and waited for the answer. Six of us were standing in the kitchen of an air-conditioned multimillion dollar South Florida condominium apartment. It was my first time at the legendary afternoon beer fest and…
On July 25, 1968 I took a dispatch from the Apprenticeship Director of IBEW Local 728 (Ft. Lauderdale, Florida) and began my career in the Electrical Trade. I was 19 years old, married—with a child on the way—and clueless as to what life had in store for me.
