by Think In The Morning | Oct 18, 2024 | Words |
Frolicville is named after the shipwreck of a trading vessel that was headed to San Francisco from China. The crew got disoriented in the salt fog and crashed onto the rocks near Light House Point. There was no lighthouse in 1850, the year of the shipwreck. The only...
by Think In The Morning | Oct 4, 2024 | Words |
Butter Once when I was cooking I ran out of butter so I put things on hold and told Skip who was in the coffee shop to hang for a few and I walked the long block up to Mendosas. When I passed the barber shop Mitch came out as asked where I was going in such a hurry...
by Think In The Morning | Sep 30, 2024 | Words |
A house sprouts up amidst fir, redwoods, oak and a few bohemian misfits like cedar and manzanita. It speaks the language of the forest but it takes a geometric form that is alien to trees. It is autumn, the time of albacore, huckleberries and apples.“What are you?”...
by Think In The Morning | Jan 26, 2024 | Words |
Think in the Morning is working on a new book – The Frolic Cafe. We started this project some time ago but abandoned the idea for lack of time. We are now well into the writing/editing phase. Below are several collages you may recognize. These were the...
by Think In The Morning | Sep 14, 2023 | Words |
Let there be a little country without many people. Let them have tools that do the work of ten or a hundred, and never use them. Let them be mindful of death and disinclined to long journeys. They’d have ships and carriages, but no place to go. They’d have armor and...
by Think In The Morning | Aug 15, 2023 | Words |
Hello darkness my old friend Paul Simon It’s been several weeks since I’ve been able to communicate with anyone. No internet, no phone, no television, no radio, no TV, no newspaper, no books—nothing. Not even the chance conversation. But, you...
