Sometimes, we would even take walks on the boardwalk, the cyclists zipping past us, the wooden planks rickety beneath them. He loved to sit on the benches and stare out at the ocean, counting the oil tankers on the horizon.
So the next morning you went to the store and bought flour and eggs and baked for Ricky and the Kid, and so what if the Kid said the cupcakes were dry? At least you tried. At least Ricky said he liked them.
I have a word I’m trying to coin for those technologists and it’s try-borg. They’re trying, really trying, to create cyborg devices but they can never do it better than the actual disabled person who is wearing, or early-adopting the device. Try-borg.
The rain came right on time that day, at tea time, driven hard on a blustery wind. I quickly closed the shutters to keep out the wet. The first big, noisy raindrops struck the house like hard pellets, before slacking off to a steady drizzle.