My walls are filled with doors and windows.
By that, I do not mean three-dimensional wood and glass versions, but rather paintings and photographs of doors and windows. 361 more words
Rather than chance being mistaken for Helen Collins and Doug Bruce, Herself and I decided we (meaning Your Humble Narrator) should dash up to Colorado to check on our vast real-estate holdings, make sure they hadn’t been turned into meth labs, crack houses or empty, boarded-up, Collins-Bruce-style blights on the community. 345 more words