It was early evening. The free parking hour had arrived, increasing the popularity of the meter spaces — making grabbing one a challenge. We were up to it, won a parking space, and started our evening. Flanked by parking meters the sidewalk, a solar furnace in August, was punishingly hot …
(I) Talk Dirty But Carry A Clean Mouth
I had a dental appointment this afternoon. I’m the rare sort who likes my dental cleanings. My hygienist is like a tranquilizing swami, soothing and quiet, expecting nothing from me while I languish in a state of repose that barely allows me to follow the directions “open wide” and “turn …
Schooled by the Lingerie Lady
My first college roommate used to wash and dry her underwear by hand, leaving it hanging all over the minuscule bathroom we shared. It drove me crazy. Not as crazy as did her habit of engaging in cacophonous sexual intercourse with random men in the bed next to me, but …
