The smell is the first thing that smacks one in the face when entering the shop on Eye Street. Frozen metal with a heavy dollop of sugar. Sweet, cold, unmistakably ice cream. There has never been a time in my life when Dewar’s was not there, in the small glass-fronted Read more
The Crafts Fair: Blog #2 In the dark days of the Coronavirus lockdown, it seemed that the fall season’s spate of crafts and Christmas fairs would be sorrowful victims. But an enterprising crafter found a place, the spacious parking lot of Tony’s Pizza on Hwy 178. I signed up, Read more
Journal Entry for Sunday 23 August 1987 “About 4 we can see a dust storm brewing from the north, off the desert, there is a stiff breeze, but no dust. It comes closer and closer. My throat springs up sore. Mr. Chen arrives with 2 letters… The dust storm hits. Read more