I can still remember that first fare in my New York taxi: an older white-haired woman standing at Union Square on 17th Street. I cruised…
Posts published by “Paul Modic”
I first heard that word “scamming” when I wandered out to the hills of Northern California as a hitchhiking teenager. I learned it meant to…
I had two main problems in life: I was fifty pounds overweight and my next-door neighbor beat me at Scrabble every time. Actually over the…
I had been playing with the idea of putting a guest cottage in my backyard for a few years; the zoning might not allow it…
There is drama everywhere or at least wherever I go. I don't exactly create it but my bullshit detector is on high always, can't help…
I have this Saturday ritual where I go to Redway, buy the New York Times, and then drive down to lower Redway to read some…
I realized the other day that I have a racist friend. “Dude, you're a racist,” I said. “Why don't you just admit that you like…
The bamboo is marching voraciously through the Texas heat here on Creekside Farms Road, wrapping around the party barn and heading toward the main house.…
Currently reading a novel set in wine country in Eastern Washington and reading the vicious comments posted by petty people on the Hey Garberville Facebook…