I had a whirlwind few days.How lucky am I to have neighbors here on the Kirkmont commune who took us to a barn concert their friends in Gilroy have every September?Up early he following morning for a couple days in San Francisco: lunch with a writer-friend, followed by first fall session of writing . . .
When I was a kid, we lived in a sprawling, red brick ranch on top of a hill in a suburban tract with no outlet. Yep. There it is. The tract, one of many built in the late 1950s in suburbias all over the nation, was a big circle bisected by one additional road. Fences? No one had them. One yard . . .
I didn't expect to love Sunnyvale.But at some point between February and today, the place has grown on us.The ethnic diversity. The convenience of living close to everything we might possibly need, from great Chinese food, coffee houses and pho to Home Depot, Target, a huge public library and a . . .
The city in which we live is pretty multi-cultural. Reflecting its population, the place is teeming with ethnic restaurants of every possible flavor: Afghan, Korean, Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, Ethiopian, Mexican, Indian, Pakistani and so many more. This diversity permeates every part of our . . .
I wanted some fun glassware: cocktail-highball-rocks glasses, and whatever else I could find of that ilk at high-end thrift shops. Something sterilizable, of course.I don't really like matchy-matchy stuff, but I do like nice stuff.So after some research on Yelp, my go-to site for all things . . .
I've never been particularly neighborly. I enjoy my privacy way too much.Besides, I'm not much for living close to others; the two times I have, neighbors cited me for having too-loud sex. One old lady busted me to the condo association.True.But that's another story.Currently, though, we have a . . .