Category Archives: More Tales From Old Laguna

A Bit of Sea and Sand Cupped in Your Hands

It was a Saturday morning, two days after Christmas when Tara called to see if I wanted to drive down to Laguna Beach with her. I said sure. There was nothing to stop me. My mother was at the mall with my sister. My father was off working in his plumbing business and I was just hanging around the house feeling lost. Tara said something about visiting these two older guys she knew and rang off. Nothing else in the way of a plan had Read More +

The Close Of The Renaissance

  In the winter of that year, I fell into a whirlwind romance with this Irish-Italian gal named Gina. With her long black hair and dark eyes, she would have struck you as being Italian, long before the Irish ever came to mind. With her temper, she could have been either one. I can’t say it was love at first sight. The night we met in a bar, she came off as being somewhat frumpy to me —a bit overweight and dressed like she was Read More +