It was a while ago, an earlier chapter in our lives and we had two adorable Schnauzers named Bartles and Jaymes. We had a great backyard with access to the garage for Bart and Jim to explore each day while we were at work. Even as well-behaved as our two guys were, still they did occasionally bark. They did barkin’ when someone came to the door or rang the bell. Sometimes they barked at the mailman who delivered our mail….
She was a teeny, petite woman. Her brown hair I’m sure, had never been dyed and although she wore make-up, it was light and never overdone. She dressed conservatively, always neat as a pin (whatever that means). She was kind and so sweet. I never heard her say anything cruel or negative about anyone or anything. She was professional and polite to every single person who approached her at the Outpatient Department counter of the small, local hospital where we…
“Don’t panic if you see military people walking around the airport with machine guns.” That’s the first thing my girlfriend said to me after I told her we were gonna take her up on their Puerta Vallarta invite for the holidays. Machine guns? Wait! Maybe we needed to think this one over. Why were we doing this anyways? Me with a big-time plane phobia and Lobo perfectly happy with his feet on American soil at all times. Well, they’d been…
Oftentimes during those heavenly years when we lived in Pacific Grove, we’d take a ride down The Big Sur. Just because we could. We did the same thing with Fisherman’s Wharf and Cannery Row…..drove down their streets. Just because we could. We never got used to it…..two regular people from a little town, barely big enough to be called a city, down the river from Detroit, living in an adorable little Hamlet-atop-the-Pacific and The Big Sur one hour from our…