Reprieve

Earlier this evening I walked into the south entrance of Bellevue’s Crossroads Mall, intent on breezing through the used book store there. But I’d taken barely a dozen steps when a cheerful male voice came over the sound system. “Attention,...

Falafels

A few days back I had my mind changed. Sure, it’s still the same old brain which is phobic in heights and math. But it’s no longer anti-falafel. A falafel, according to my trusty Wikipedia, is of course “a Middle Eastern dish of spiced mashed...

The “Goodbye” Girl

A couple of days back I was in a grocery store. In one of the aisles was what looked like a grandma pushing a cart, with a little girl in the cart’s child seat. The girl must have been about three. Grandma was on the phone, and had paused the cart to concentrate...

Lost Girl

Just before sunset last night, Shelley and I were getting ready to take a walk, when our doorbell rang. A woman who lives across the street from us was standing with two of her children on our porch. “Have you seen Lisa [not her real name]?” she asked. A...

Bohemian Rhapsody

Since it happened several months ago, I haven’t been able to forget an event which took place in a St. Vincent de Paul thrift store. There weren’t a lot of people in the store the afternoon I stopped by, but they all seemed to be of my own vintage. The...

“There Are None So Blind . . . .”

Back when I was a kid attending an Adventist church in South Dakota, I was always deeply intrigued by the annual offering for Christian Record Braille. This was an Adventist organization which specialized in providing reading material for blind people. I believe that...