Thursday, May 30, 2024

     Our family’s favorite foods were tortillas, and beans. Our mother was part of an Italian immigrant family who had settled in a small mining town in Arizona. Winkelman, Arizona. Her neighborhood was Hispanic.  She spoke Italian at home, learned Spanish on the street, and English in school. We ate mom’s version of Italian food. We spoke English at home.

     The ancient oak tree across from the police station is still alive. A kids climbing tree with low twisting limbs. For awhile it looked dead, but no, pale green leaves emerged in the spring.

     I drive to San Carlos Beach to check out the action.  A solitary man throws a ball across the lawn for his excited dog to fetch. A police officer slowly walks around the park, spends time looking down at the beach.  A group of older students take over the picnic tables. And the sun is out.  Very few birds by the ocean.

     I am still reading three different books. At night when I am tired, I read Sara Paretsky’s latest detective mystery, PAY DIRT. The plot is confusing.