December 14, 2013
It’s true every picture tells a story. But it’s also true that sometimes the picture gets painted before the story even happens. I have been wondering if there will be a story that goes with this painting of the fire in my masonry stove, and this week, it came to me in that surprising way […]
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December 11, 2013
I graduated from high school in January of 1974, three weeks after I turned 18. I couldn’t wait to graduate, and after that, I couldn’t wait to move out. My friend Susy and I looked for an apartment together in the old downtown of Sacramento. We settled on a one bedroom apartment with the address […]
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