Black Waves

The mildly abrasive, warm, yellow sands stretch out to the limits of my vision, and tickle calloused feet as I squeeze and release chunks of sand between my, supposedly longer than normal, toes. I am tenuously holding between thumb, index finger, and middle of my right hand, a flimsy plastic trowel. A pail, no larger than a […]

Old? Or Old School?

When I was very young, my friends and I would gather at unchaperoned locations and drink.  After procuring quantities of alcohol and a vacant abode, we would gather and have a party. On one such occasion, my friends and I found ourselves unable to consume all the booze that had been acquired.  Since we couldn’t stash […]