My longtime friend Leslie likes blood oranges, but she doesn’t like calling them that. So she has rechristened them scarlet oranges. I like the new term. It’s descriptive, but it also conjures images of a dopey themed nightclub or something, doesn’t it? “Hey, we’re going to the Scarlet Orange. Wanna come?” The only hope of … Read more
On a recent family excursion out to eat, our server was an attractive young lady of perhaps 22. I’ll call her Lisa. She was comely, but also witty and warm. She was fun to talk to, and she did a fine job. We had been there perhaps ten minutes when a guy came in by … Read more
At the end of ninth grade, Mrs. Austin went to collect our literature readers. If yours was lost, you had to pay a fee, but it was a pittance—nowhere near the replacement cost. Like $7 or something, OK? So she asked for mine, and I gave her $7 instead and said mine was lost. She … Read more