getting away from it all


It’s not as hard to sit on the edge of a tall building as you might think. Philippe Petit did it before wire-walking between the twin towers of the World Trade Center.

Every building is different, but one way or another, most are not perfectly secure.

I have sat on the edge of buildings higher than fifty stories in New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Detroit (the easiest), Atlanta, Los Angeles (money had to change hands). and San Francisco (where I was the highest).

I never lost concentration, slipping off, and a sudden gust of wind only caught me once.


Photo by Yeshi Kangrang
For 100 Word Wednesday


i craned my neck.

i was up on a crane with a camera and telephoto lens.

trying to get a shot of the ultra-rare frosty hill crane.

working for the bird-lover’s brotherhood, founded with a bequest from the estate of the actress jeanne crain (rip).

also funded by the ajax crane machine company.

ajax makes those little prize machines where the grabber grabs the little stuffed crane, if you’re lucky, and drops it in the shoot.


For Six Sentence Stories

so far

when you’re old and talking about life, “so far” can come to mean “that’s about it.”

not to belabor the obvious, but when you’re young, “so far” means the past is prelude and anything is possible in the future. the future and its promise gets whittled away as time goes on.

when you’re old, “so far, so good” can also gather some finality to it. the doctor says, well, you’ve had a good run, eighty years isn’t bad. it isn’t bad but why am i not consoled? who cares about the time passed? what about tomorrow?

i’m doing ok, so far.


For SoCS


I wonder what I’ll write today?



It’s wondrous. Wonder of the world. Wonderopolis. Wonderville.



Are most writers wonderers?




For The Daily Post.