Wind, waves, rain. . . .

A long time ago, I watched an interview of a mountain climber. I have forgotten. . . .

Over the past seven years, I have watched someone becoming rich. It has been a slow process. . . .

A few days ago, I was waiting for a flight in a shiny new wing of the Houston airport. I stopped. . . .

At dinnertime, my grandchildren play a game called Bloom, Bud, Thorn. One by one, each child looks. . . .

A few days ago, a friend gave me the gift of good news: his wife. . . .