Writing the good read
This is my friend Felicia. I first met her in 1976, and one of my earliest memories of the two of us is standing on our assigned numbers, painted on the blacktop atour junior high school, while Mrs. Calvello took roll. We were complaining to each other about our thighs. I’m guessing that self-critical awareness…
If my life is a movie, I get that I’m the star, and the director and producer, but I’m pretty darn sure at this point that someone else wrote the script. Because this is not where I’m supposed to be, in an personal care aisle in a superstore looking at 18 shelf feet of choices…
I went to see The Castaways at Urban Coffee Lounge in Kirkland tonight. It’s a ukulele band that does cover songs from the ’80s. I’ll give you a minute while you read that sentence again. They’re fabulous. You wouldn’t think a bunch of ukuleles and some drums could sound so cool, but they do. The…
I was at the U2 concert last Saturday in Seattle. It was a glorious day here in the Pacific Northwest – clear, warm, and sunny as 65,000 people streamed into Qwest Field. The crowd was slightly different from the last time I went to a U2 concert – in 1987 in Croke Park in Dublin…