Just One More?

Walking into the bar, Benny the barkeep is sweeping up broken glass with a broom. Quickly scanning the room, it is an absolute mess. Glass everywhere, pictures dangling off the walls, lemons and limes littered on the floor. “Did hurricane season come early?” I asked Benny.  “That’s rich coming from you,” he answered, keeping his… Continue reading Just One More?

The Typewriter

The typewriter clacks away, the sound reverberating around my empty apartment. Yes, you heard me right, typewriter. I’ve no time nor money for a computer. This now ancient piece of equipment has all but gone the way of the fax machine or overhead projector. But the typewriter is a machine that has crafted some of… Continue reading The Typewriter