Dessert I love walking through the back streets of Boston in the Summertime. Everyone's strolling, smiling, sometimes tagging along a plethora of children, or dogs, or, God forbid, both. This cobblestoned street was deserted and a sweet smell of baking somethings beckoned me into the Bakery at the corner. Bells on the door jangled as I opened it. The air was warm and moist with sweet smells. The woman behind the counter was gorgeous. Read more...

The Box The Box It was the end of a long day. The kind of day where I'm bouncing from customer to customer... with my "silent" pager buzzing against my hip like some adult toy gone amok. By noon I had already said, "I'll be right there" so many times that a Star Trek transporter would have been my only hope. Read more...