Tag Archives: David Meuel

For Claire’s Sake

His mother’s apartment wasn’t typical, even for the very active seniors’ community she lived in. It didn’t have that musty “old-lady smell” he associated with the homes of other elderly people he had known. And the furniture and furnishings were … Continue reading

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Her Kind of Jazz

The woman and the young man sat in a big booth at The Grill, a restaurant with high ceilings and large, thick, dark wood furnishings and moldings adjacent to the Fairmont Hotel in downtown San Jose. On the wall across … Continue reading

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Fingers of the Outstretched Hand

I never liked visiting the place my dad rented just off West San Carlos and Meridian in San Jose. The neighborhood was so seedy, the room—it was just a little studio—was so cramped, and his furniture was all scratched leather … Continue reading

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