I am sorry to hear the news. I lost it when I heard about hers and now to hear about yours. I’m livid at times, peaceful rarel… If you prefer, I won’t forward em…
Tommy is the only man for miles around who can knot a ti… Old farmers come to town on Satur… and wave from pickups with respect when they see Tommy on the street
In my all-boys school sixty years ago there were two boys who were different. All four years they walked to classes together, books
Walt told the cops later his moods come and go like crows on the high wire above his art studio. They land in a swoop,
“Quiet, please,” I tell her, “I want to hear the music.” She is sitting next to me again, this time on a paisley couch, a woman in a lime bikini I met
The story goes Pa met Ma in the city when he drove a truckload of pigs to market. She was the young waitress who served him cup after cup of coffee and gave him three eggs instead of ju...
There’s a glorious sound system no… in the restored train depot where… from all over the nation once took… train to Camp Breckinridge before taking a plane to Korea.
Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know.
An old guy on the subway with a lunch bucket tells a young lady with a brief case Bernie hasn’t got a chance.
If you’ve seen a cockatoo up close in a cage or at a zoo you may have noticed how a cockatoo looks at you.
Tattoos were anathema in ‘52 on any man who got one after an all-night drunk or to impress a girlfriend. But not a word was spoken to
Middle of the night someone’s in the house. Can’t be the wife asleep next to you. She’ll be mad
When you’re a pharmacist you don’t ask customers how they’re doing. You know from the meds they pick up
Fuzzy wasn’t my cat although I fed him every morning at four o’clock for 10 years. He was my wife’s cat, loved to sit on her lap, be petted, jump down and rub his head against her feet....
A boy, maybe 5, dancing in the candy aisle of a megastore at 6 a.m., a month before Hallowee… is overjoyed by the harvest on every shelf, his caramel skin