The captain looked sharp in full uniform…though he was deceased. I attended his wake. I worked with Harry Hassler in Transit Police Dist 20 in the 1970s. We were both cops. […]
Messages, We Live Them
Footprints by the Sea
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a dream.” William Shakespeare’s The Tempest At the end of my blog’s last beach trek: http://tinyurl.com/Dome-Love I […]
When We Meet
Ripples on the sand, of joy, of art…of sadness too. I was in my sand chair as close to the water as one can be without actually being in it. I watched […]
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