New York! Just like I Pictured it. Sorta.
Posted here on Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood Stepping outside the slightly threadbare art deco hotel lobby—which I refused to perceive as anything but Busby Berkeley glamorous—I melded into the midtown … Continue reading
OC – DC
The older I get, the more OCD’d I get. Before the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders shone a clinical light on our brain tickings, the phrase “set in … Continue reading
Dog Day Afternoons
Each aging generation’s lament will take its turn occupying a front row seat in the Theatre of Memory, and so mine has squatted, seemingly for the long haul. Nothing reminds … Continue reading
What’s In a Name?
Unlike my mother, I have never named my car. I grew up with, and at sixteen learned to drive our family’s 1962 Buick Special, “Betsy.” Like our dalmatian Penny, “she” … Continue reading
Sharon Watts Writes 