The Perfect Handshake
The cables may have been misconnected. Could blow the power amplifier. He says. Then a handshake, firm. It is memorable. A perfect handshake, caressing and embracing. He gets me.…

I could spend whole evenings simply absorbing the sounds of the house. Drawing them in to myself, for I had no television in those days. At times I felt like a secret agent. Then I became one.
The cables may have been misconnected. Could blow the power amplifier. He says. Then a handshake, firm. It is memorable. A perfect handshake, caressing and embracing. He gets me.…

Only those of us with especially unusual names know how it feels when the name appears without warning, as when a mother calls out to her child at a bus stop (once), when an…
My box of assorted promotional pens. They puzzled me and I could not still my mind until I had reconstructed all the chains of events. I worked through the pens one by one and…