You Can Do Anything With a Bayonet Except Sit on It
On a cloudless day, the sky a brilliant, late-afternoon blue, my car winds its way up the Berkeley hills. Plum and pear trees in glorious whites and pinks burst into sight at each turn in the road. Beds of yellow flowers, trees hung with lemons, and the odd palm are surrounded by the green of … Continue reading “You Can Do Anything With a Bayonet Except Sit on It”