View from the jetty

boatsAre you cold?’, I asked the old man in the wheelchair. ‘Not as cold as I could be’, he chuckled. I picked up the grey blanket at his feet and put it back on his lap. He stared ahead so I ignored him and waited for the next lake ferry. Continue reading View from the jetty

Blinded by sight

I was a pianist. As an existential statement that tells you a whole story. Although I was classically trained, I took to jazz improvisation when I was old enough to understand that the Beatles and the Stones were for adolescent kids with hormone highs. Continue reading Blinded by sight