by Richard Fay | Oct 17, 2015 | Posts
A willy wag tails sits before me, swinging his tail, then falling into quiet repose, while the afternoon grows long. Just before, I dropped my eldest at the airport so he can return to the final push of study, and to be reunited with the love of his life. His future...
by Richard Fay | Jul 15, 2015 | Posts
I have a gift in putting things in strange places. I have opened the fridge to find a tea pot staring back. Other items – like an electric device for removing balled lint from sweaters – end up in sock drawers. I think “this will be a great place to...
