Drug Store Toy Aisle:

By now, R2 and I had made a regular event of watching Robotech together every afternoon. We had become so obsessed with the new cartoon that every other distraction was entirely forgotten. For the first time in our young memories, neither of us had asked for any of the new G.I.…

Crazy Man 02:

The following Saturday, as promised, Father took me for a hike. Mother packed us a light bag with food and water, and made sure I had sunscreen on my face. Then, with our shoes laced up tight, Father and I set out. We walked down the hill and through the park before heading south on Silverbrook lane, a narrow, rural street that wound its way down the canyon, mostly following the path of the creek bed below.…

Crazy Man 01:

Pointing out the new kitchen window, to the ridge running east from Goat Mountain, Father said “That’s Crazy Man.” I asked if he meant one of the small rises along the ridge, but he answered “No, look. See the fire break that splits in two near the top?” I didn’t know what a fire break was, but after a lengthy explanation, I realized it was the dirt road he meant, and after that, I was able to find it easily.…

Stucco Scaffolding:

The hole left in the exterior wall of home became an opportunity to do some other repairs and upgrades to the house, and so it was that an independent contractor was brought in, and the era of the Tijuana scaffolding began. Mother finally got some much needed improvements to the kitchen, which gained new cabinets and shelving, as well as two extra windows, both of which were as large as the previous total window-space.…

Honeywall:

As the warm weather progressed, the bee invasion continued unabated. It wasn’t uncommon to have three or four bees buzzing about the house at any given time, although the kitchen seemed to be their preferred hangout. Father had been stung again, and his patience was growing thin. Then came the day that Mother saw one of the insects crawling out from inside a crack in the plaster of the kitchen’s south facing wall.…