Three Smalls

It’s funny when you see a person decide: Hey, I don’t really like you anymore.

I’ve seen it from both directions.

I’m not saying it’s right.

The word no — pretty much an across the board word. It’s no or something close sounding to it in a bunch of languages.

Catcha—cata-ch—catechumen.

I’ve seen a number of sapsuckers this week.

And icicles, yeah right,

that’s not what happened at all, actually.

I like the sound of the fire ticking in the wood stove.

I like staying home.

A good thing—or a bad thing can, too—reveal a beautiful thing.

How’s that?

One more thing, it’s beautiful—eating fried calamari at a restaurant on Route 1 called Jimmy’s, sixteen or more years ago, my grandfather pauses, and in all seriousness, sincerely, he says, These are some damn good onion rings.