Yesterday I was sitting on my porch writing. There are few distractions there and I enjoy the expansive view of Turkey Lake from my four-story perch.

Occasionally, I can hear the rhythm of skate boards on the concrete path, the buzz of leaf blowers when the landscapers are working and the animated voices of cell phone chatterers who can’t seem to take a stroll alone.

What I heard yesterday was the sound of rustling paper and the tumble of charcoal falling into the lone grill parked just off the corner of the path, before it loops around for a U-turn. The grill is for the convenience of condo owners, but it is rarely used.

Curiosity got the best of me.

After all it was mid-afternoon, mid-week, not exactly rush-hour for barbequing. Read More→