When I was a kid I played the piano a lot and for a long time. I was good. I got good. Then I grew up and I stopped. In New York City no one I knew I had a piano. Some people had keyboards but a keyboard could never do Chopin justice. It just […]
Tag: magic
Money part 1
I was on my way into a Rite Aid when I saw the woman begging on the sidewalk near the door. Honestly I wouldn’t have stopped except there was a backlog to get into the Rite Aid and while I waited the begging woman started talking to me. Could I get her something to eat? […]
Maine
Near Ogunquit Maine I saw a car with a bumper sticker that said: we don’t care how you do it in California. Well I don’t care that you don’t care I’m telling you anyway: when it comes to bike camping California does it better. In Maine, for the first time in all the years of […]
Tread lightly, for others before you trod lightly here
Maybe I’m being a little excessive with the word magic–the San Juan’s are magic, the Redwoods are magic. I almost wrote a post about how SF is magic, but I thought, no, that’s too much magic. Pretty soon you guys are gonna stop taking me seriously. But the look of those first big sur hills […]
Anne Foster 