If I Was A Waitress, I Was

From My Table Inside I Watch The Glamorous Women Outside Who Are Lunching On Spa Cobb Salads Without Blue Cheese Or Dressing. The Man With The Bread Basket Wanders From Table To Table, Lonesome As A Cloud. When He Comes To Me His Basket Is Full And Perfectly Arranged. He Gives Me A Smile Of Sincere Pleasure When I Tell Him I Will Take Both The Sourdough Roll And The Cheese Stick.

The Timing Of The Electrical Failure Seemed Dramatic And Perfectly Correct, As If The Lights Had Said, "you Have No Need For Sight. Listen.

Nonfiction Is Easy And Fiction Is Hard.

Staying Within The World Of A Novel Gives Us The Ability To Be Quiet And Alone, Two Skills That Are Disappearing Faster Than The Polar Icecaps.

Using Your Imagination Is The One Time In Life You Can Really Go Anywhere.