The Cowboy
The Cowboy.
The.
Cowboy.
That’s right.
He’s long.
A lama when stretched over a boulder looking for a better view.
Too long.
Clumsy.
Runs into unsuspecting Tourists who are too busy saying “Look at all the dogs, honey. They’re sleeping!”…
Some happenings.
There’s been a journal entry looming for at least a month so I apologize for the absence of word. There have been some happenings. Athena is no longer with us.
Four days later Maria Viard called to see if I could watch a puppy for one day.
‘Just…
Seth Kershner
Oia’s Atlantis Books felt a lot like Danny’s house in Tortilla Flat. Granted, nobody was Latino. And, despite Craig’s attempts to hide it from the locals, there were at least 3 Jews living under one roof. Nevertheless, the collection…
Professionals
We’ve had two busy nights in a row hosting friends for dinner.
When the night consists of sweeping the floors and baking bread and preparing dinner for a few guests and that’s something to refer to as ‘busy,’ you know that we haven’t…
Crrrreak.
And Chapter Two.
I’ve been writing to friends that I’m feeling fat and zen. Fat and zen. 2005 has always been one of my favorite years.
It’s blatantly clear that this isn’t your grandpa’s Atlantis Books. No rewind-and-just-press-play.…