Friday, August 21, 2015


I wish I could send the plump and insistent rain that has descended on our neighborhood to the firefighters and dispossessed in the West. Curb the inferno.

But it is not to be.

"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride."

1 comment:

  1. We're wishin' 'n beggin' here. Thirty miles away the Rough fire has burned 42,000 acres and we haven't been able to see the ridge from our porch for weeks now. We're gettin' smoked out. The question is whether my emphysema will kill me before i'm turned to jerky.