Taking the hill

There was a light rain followed by a sharp temperature drop, and fresh icy snow had formed all the way up Salisbury hill. There were other ways I could have gone home, but I wanted to take this shortcut.  My beloved ‘71 Monte Carlo had plenty of power – a 400 cubic inch engine with…

Just keep going

I was sooo comfortable in my table seat on the commuter train.  Laptop plugged in, wireless Internet on and cranking through my email.  Best of all, there was no one else sitting at my table to bother me. But that was about to change. “Next stop, Fremont station!”  The train squealed to a stop.  Shooom,…