We stopped in at one of the mothers-who-drink-coffee-and-chat meetings the other afternoon...

The little boy coming along the sidewalk looked like a cherub...

The wind threw icy, salt spray over the decks of the destroyer in surging clouds, and knocked the top off leaping waves...

I remember the first time I saw Harper. The ship had just put out to sea from Frisco and the steward had sent him up to clean up the radio shack...

The evening is old and the enchantment of a lingering sunset has disappeared with the slowly moving hands of a watch...