I miss Little Face |
For nearly a year now, the ritual was predictable for both parties.
A magnetic personality in the form of a cat welcomed my daily ingress and egress to 7th Avenue. I knew her schedule and she ...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 04:11:00 GMT |
She bows to buses... |
-She bows to buses-
Her robe is purple and gold
The kind you'd see in a southern Baptist choir
Her hat is straw, wide and tall
The kind you'd see swaying on a rice patty
Her black cheeks round as she...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 12:14:00 GMT |
collecting: 111004 |
Collecting: 111004 (not plastic for me)
The laser scanned the bar-code, the register chirped its affirmation and my mind drifted into wondering yet again if I had stumbled into the wrong checkout l...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Jan 2005 09:43:00 GMT |
