Isn’t There More to Life Than This?

Coffee, decades of pot-lucks, and just a hint of mildew permeate the cold white-washed concrete walls. A slow moving line plops spoonfuls of  hot food from an endless line of casseroles. Arthritic hands wrap around steaming cups of decaf and elbows come to rest on heavy folding tables covered in cheap plastic table-cloths. Ah, theContinue reading “Isn’t There More to Life Than This?”

In Need of Adventure

Seek. “The key is on the table! Just go!”  Something, or someone, is yelling at me. I can’t hear them. It’s as if they’re behind one of those police mirrors watching me try to escape that tiny, poorly-lit, soundproofed room.  Still, I sense something so I turn. I put my hand against the cool silveryContinue reading “In Need of Adventure”