We ate our way through life

While I was standing across the street talking with my 84 year old neighbor lady today, she asked me what kind of foods I liked to eat. I told her everything, from anywhere, that I love food from anywhere. She grinned. She said her husband, who passed away twenty years ago, would have liked us boys. “We ate our way through life,” she told me. I said, “That’s the way to live.” She said, “You know it.”

Don’t look back

I am in the process of finishing my third novel.  Forgive the paucity of posts here.  I’m keeping my head down and shouldering forward.  The end is in sight.  I’m in that zone where the rest of life can disappear around me.  Hopefully, in a few weeks, I’ll be able to lift my head and look around at other things for a while.

But it’s taken me three years of working on this book to reach this point, and I don’t want to pause or look over my shoulder right now.

More soon.  Happy summer.