When you are a competent old man who lives alone, you can eat what you want for breakfast. This morning I had noodles, or rather noodle soup, a favorite of mine for colder weather. Broth with ... [+]
I have seen this movie before,I know how it ends, with troops in the streets,and the charred bones of buildings,so I turn away from the ruthless images,and, just as quietly as I can, leanon the railing of the back deckand wait for the gray fox to appearfrom the dark tangled underbrushinto an evanescent strip of bright sunlight.