Cabbage

RDP Tuesday cabbage

Photo Credit === Danny James

The local market was a colorful visual experience as well as a treat for the nose. The borders of the Central Europe are vague and irrational but the smell can identify certain regions. From across the street the smell of boiled cabbage and stale beer whiffed through the air. This must be Vienna!

Comeuppance

I told my grandmother, who lived in Michigan, that I was moving to Florida. That was three years ago. Every winter when I saw on the weather map that Michigan was getting hit hard and heavy with cold and snow I would call her and brag about it being seventy degrees outside. She would laugh and say “just you wait.”

My grandmother called today and asked how the weather was where I was in Florida.

She gave me my comeuppance.