top of page
Search
  • Writer's pictureClarke Wallace

He really did that?

There we were, wife Rosanne, son Nathaniel and 

myself having a dinner at Earl’s in Woodbridge.

 When ready to leave we asked for the bill.

           It had already been paid,  the waiter told us. Who we asked ?

 He pointed to an empty table where two guys had been

sitting. He didn’t know either of them. One had asked

 for our bill, paid it and left.

What we had ordered was drinks, appetizers

enough for a dinner, along with Irish coffees .

            A  stranger sitting not far off had paid for everything. We looked

around.  

He was gone. With the wind, as the saying goes.

Author’s comment: Why us? A  happy family out for the

evening. When a  perfect stranger who we will never

know did what he did.  A gesture never to be forgotten.

Thank you, whoever you are.

  • Writer's pictureClarke Wallace

I’ve been wondering if the books I’ve written, most of them

fiction, stand up to the test of time? Are they still readable?  

Enjoyable? Worth keeping?

What’s next? Turn any of them into a screenplay and hope

for a miracle. I did it with THE MORNING MAN which eventually

became a motion picture. Will it ever

happen? Who knows

          Talking to a female cousin recently, I mentioned my knees

wouldn’t put up with me running on them anymore.

“So what,” said Araby . “Your brain is still ticking. That’s

what counts.”

She nailed it. Good advice for anyone.

Author’s comment: If there‘s anything I’ve learned from the

past it’s letting it stay mainly where it is. It’s done its job,

paving a way for what’s ahead.

bottom of page