Friday Night Party

Down the corridor, a contest was going on between the Grey Menace and his buddy the double clawed Jean LeFoot. It was similar to the human "game" of one punch - give me your best shot, except with paws. They were very bored.

The Chest

The Cap'n kept his finances close to his chest, so to say. In a small locked chest below his desk.

Garden

When I landed my first actual professional job after grad school, it was not a berth for a practicing ( applied) anthropologist. I had to bend, twist, spindle, and mutilate it into one.

The Look

I was the subject of that stare again. It was the same my father used. It said, "don't even think about giving me any guff about this."

Sunset

Sunsets are an evanescent part of life. They come, linger a moment, and then are gone.

Local

Once upon a time, in a city near Boston, I worked as a practicing anthropologist. Among my projects was a documentary of a local Saint's Societies annual festival. Lights, parades, bands, the Saints marched through the streets; it was an exciting event. A vacant lot provided space to set up a complete carnival with rides and booths.