Code Three: Running Hot

   Fire Trucks. Foothill Ranch. October, 2007 Trouble Ahead! I pulled to the shoulder and stopped, watching in awe as a fire engine, lights flashing and sirens screaming, careened up the road towards me. It swung, northbound, into the southbound lane I had just cleared in response to its warnings.  Wow. We could have collided. […]


Code Three: Running Hot

   Fire Trucks. Foothill Ranch. October, 2007 Trouble Ahead! I pulled to the shoulder and stopped, watching in awe as a fire engine, lights flashing and sirens screaming, careened up the road towards me. It swung, northbound, into the southbound lane I had just cleared in response to its warnings.  Wow. We could have collided. […]


Code Three: Running Hot

   Fire Trucks. Foothill Ranch. October, 2007 Trouble Ahead! I pulled to the shoulder and stopped, watching in awe as a fire engine, lights flashing and sirens screaming, careened up the road towards me. It swung, northbound, into the southbound lane I had just cleared in response to its warnings.  Wow. We could have collided. […]


The Library of Sham

  Books at our House. August, 2011. Judging by Covers Once, many years ago, I visited a new friend. As she left me in her living room while she prepared coffee, I browsed her bookshelf. Picking up a old-looking copy of War and Peace, I opened the book. Inside the dust jacket was a cookbook! […]


The Library of Sham

  Books at our House. August, 2011. Judging by Covers Once, many years ago, I visited a new friend. As she left me in her living room while she prepared coffee, I browsed her bookshelf. Picking up a old-looking copy of War and Peace, I opened the book. Inside the dust jacket was a cookbook! […]