Michael Catanzaro
A year ago I was in my self-made Paradise making a solid income counseling mostly mild neurotics in my pleasant country home. Not a thing out of place except a paper clip in my pocket. Then, “She” had to walk … Continue reading
Sonomaites are well acquainted with that decorative Victorian at the end of a long, stately cottonwood tree-lined driveway, just a short walk west of the city square. In the 1800’s Lachryma Montis was home of Mariano Guadalupe Vallejo, whose father … Continue reading
During JC’s last year (.c.f. Journey With JC), he liked quoting from T. S. Eliot’s “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufock; and lately I occasionally recall the lines, I grow old, I grow old; I shall wear the bottoms of … Continue reading
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You want to hear a funny story? [Well, maybe you won’t think it so; but it did provide ‘Us’ with some humorous distraction this a.m….] It began this way: When Body awoke after a good long piece of oblivion, Domestic-I … Continue reading
Maybe it was the postcard skyline seen between bridge cables, or possibly the startling seagull welcome that hit my windshield as the Jeep Cherokee slowed in traffic crossing the Golden Gate. Whatever the cause this afternoon, by the time I … Continue reading
Words are the daughters of Earth, wrote Samuel Johnson.[1] This I, on the other hand, seems to be a daughter of words…. Words!…parents of Mind–equal to saying, progenitors of my very being; for it is within Mind that this I … Continue reading
(things one likes remembering…) The one piece of furnishings I most remember from all my pre-marriage years was a treadle sewing machine. It had a place in every home my parents made, from the San Francisco flat at Chestnut and … Continue reading