Tuesday Morning, 3 AM

There are apartments behind, beside and above me. All are quiet now. I’ve learned which awake at 0530, 0630 and 0730. A robust shower singer lives behind me. Later, footsteps on stairs, car door key fobs and engine noises announce the work day. My day begins with coffee and a croissant and wonderfully, no schedule. Then to the luxury of writing books. I am content, without a bucket list or complaint – “no would of, could of, should of” regret. Me and my Sweetheart Boss Lady didn’t wait for retirement – we went when we could. And spent hours on perfect Fall afternoons, vieux amants, at bistros in Paris. A widower now, it sustains me.

Place du Marché Sainte-Catherine, Le Marais

In Memoriam

This Memorial Day weekend, through no plan at all, I read “D-Day” by Stephen Ambrose and “The Longest Day” by Cornelius Ryan. Without distraction, but for food and sleep. And thought about, memorials, I’ve visited. And my luck.

WWI: Aisne-Marne American Cemetery, Belleau, France

WWII: USS Yorktown CV-10, Charleston, South Carolina

(Renamed before launch to replace USS Yorktown CV-5 sunk at Midway)

WWII: Detail of WWII Memorial, Washington, D.C.

Vietnam War: “Three Soldiers” Washington, D.C.

“Choo Store”

Wandering through galleries, thinking about entries for a Juried Exhibit – okay, insomnia. Realized I need to organize “Places I Remember” (thanks Paul McCartney).

Made this in Waikiki, late 2013. High end shopping district: Cartier, Chanel, Hermes, LV, et al. This store has since closed but I could not resist the pun.