Coffee to Go
The air was cold before but even colder when the breeze whistled through it like a paper airplane in a wind tunnel. Sunlight put up a valiant and futile effort to fend of the deep chill and sunk in despair behind a cloudbank. The wind kept blowing. Today was the sort of day where lovers go out and mope on park benches or bridge railings, not necessarily because they had been jilted or because they had even loved the girl that much, but because it was the kind of day that makes one want to freeze their behind off for loves sake. In contrast, it was an exceedingly beautiful day. The sun was consoling itself by mak
Just Running
When Walter Abbot brought special dinner guests home, his daughter Leslie always hid. Not because they were always of imposing size or girth, or because Leslie was timid, but because his special guests were always sports stars, and Leslie had a little less interest in sports than the average cat did in water. He figured tonight would be no exception.
Leslie, come meet Mr. Jordan. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Walter realized that she had no idea who Michael Jordan was. He had failed as a parent.
Of course, they all had a good laugh over it then and it became a