I tried to get to sleep, which I nearly accomplished until my wife poked me in the side. “What is it?” I asked, my tone one of irritation. “You mentioned something, and I wanted to discuss it before you nod off, as it may be important as to whether you continue on...
Matt pulled a folded-up package from one of the overly large breast pockets of his vest. The special photographer’s vest he’d gone on and on about earlier because of the new store on Del Mar in San Clemente called the Banana Republic. The place catered to men in what...