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Heavy Rain We pull into the little seaside town, early evening, a few hours after a heavy rain: the streets bustling, parking lot nearly full. High summer tourism in mid-swing. As we stroll over to the swanky new bistro, and are led to a table near the kitchen, I flash back on the bookstore that used to be located here read more >>

News of the World The grass is so drenched with night rain that the dogs pass through it like little kids running in feathery snow. The soccer fields are full up with summer players, out early to avoid the heat. Runners ring the fields, checking watches and fit bits as they jog. I steer my charges for the back lot read more >>

Swimming Hole There are only two shady-looking men down at the swimming hole, which is surprising for a late Saturday morning. The place is usually packed. An enjoyable, always slightly chaotic scene, with whole families out with their dogs, packs of young shirtless men nursing coolers of beer and taking turns napping in the bushes. There’s a manmade sluice built read more >>

Peeing I just learned from a friend that if you pee in your plane seat beforethe doors get closed, the airline is bound by regulation to replace said seat before the plane can take off. No one is going anywhere anytime soon. I’m not sure exactly what about that information delights me so; surely, I wouldn’t be delighted to sit read more >>

Highlands The elderly woman brushed us aside with a harsh hand gesture. “Go, go,” she was saying. “Get out of my sight.” I’d been late to see her and her white-haired partner crossing the intersection and so had stopped short. I’d gestured them on, apologetically. Her brusque response commanded us to drive on through. I laughed. It was as if read more >>