- © 2011-2018 My eBooks, Notes From A Working Cat, A New York Diary and Model Behavior: Friends For life are available @ http://www.amazon.com by tapping on their covers.
I’m a creature of habit, tending to do everything the same way without change. I find it comforting, however, sometimes it pays to switch paths. There I was crossing the Park, on my way west, when suddenly Bethesda Fountain came to … Continue reading
It’s no secret I’m a Pitbull lover, relating to them as a breed no one wants. I feel like that at times, being separate and different, not mainstream because of my own personal history. My first Pit was Oscar, belonging … Continue reading
A man in the park lifting his Siberian Husky, refusing to leave, basking in the sunshine like a sheep on strike. A cardinal coming in for a landing on a fencepost right in front of me as if to say, … Continue reading
I was raised Catholic, though running for my life, my mother using God like a machete to scare me half to death, certainly a bad rap for the great creator. My God as of late is more casual, in a … Continue reading
Perched on a bench in the park, in passive observation, to quote Pete Hamill, like I’m watching a parade pass by. Everyone seems to be out, enjoying the warmer climes. Couples, young and old, hold hands while fathers push strollers … Continue reading
There’s a young girl I see running most mornings, 30ish, curly-haired, long and lean. She always runs along the various paths that parallel the road, like a deer loping by. Occasionally we stretch together on one of the Park’s many … Continue reading
It’s early, I’m walking, too tired from working a long day to run, the crisp air smacking me awake, when up ahead I see, what to my strained eyes, looks like a midget (yeah I know that’s politically incorrect but … Continue reading