Skip to main content


Showing posts from February, 2012


Sometimes when I step outside of my office, I smell it.  The smell of the desert... that dry, earthy aroma.  There's no reason why I should smell it.  My office is less than a mile from the Chesapeake.  But it's there, and I can't avoid it.  I love it.  I miss it.  It makes me think that one horrible thought that I shouldn't even be considering at this age:  I can't wait to retire so I can live there again.  But there you have it.