Clean

The Palace was a regular stopping place for all sorts of folks going to and fro. People would hear about the Palace and drop in while en route to their destination. Parties ultimately ensued. Hangovers were an occupational hazard of living this lifestyle. Hangover cures were always in demand.

Light Air

Sultry is not the usual term used for days on the coast. The realtors, tourist industry, and boat brokers want you to think about cooling breezes, glorious summer sunsets on the beach, and romantic dinners at outside venues.

Coffee

You wake. Where or when am I? From traffic sounds and the smell of frying eggs, I determine that I'm still among the living.

This is not Narnia

Over the next couple of months, my friends and I taught Sarah how to shop in the Haymarket from the pushcarts at closing time.

Cutter

Then Dr. Max looked up and said, " Hey Lou, give me your hand. Now gently. Just place your hand on this

Confrontation

Winter on Beacon Hill was one long slip & slide down the slushy streets.

Hell Hath No Fury…

my cat believed in terminal solutions and threw himself at the Clown's face.

Dr. Max

His advice to us was the same as General Eisenhower's - "Plans are worthless, but planning is everything."

O’Dark Thirty

I know when and where I'm not. It's not Navy, and it's not Maine.