Candy Apple Red

Chased by Corvette. Vespa. Candy apple red. Not Bulldog Drummond. A real nice fellow turns out driving the candy apple red Corvette, vanity licensed MYID. Catches up with me, powers up and flips me the bird as I try to negotiate the Harley kickstand. Vetteman angry with me for some reason. Cut him off. Where?Continue reading “Candy Apple Red”

Ruddy Rubescent Red

If you’re thinking about figurative language (and who isn’t?), you’ve probably bumped your head on the thought words have meaning, but whose? And too much meaning for their own good, or ours. We pick words like bananas, firm but yellow, not too green, ready to eat. We try to narrow our meaning, so as notContinue reading “Ruddy Rubescent Red”