November’s lovely in the rain, she… from her rocker near the window to no one in particular although the butler’s waiting for her groce… having walked her Pekingese.

You drive down the same country road every day at dawn and see through plumes of dust

That’s a very big tree and a boy scout could climb it with all the right gear. But it’s a condominium, too. You would disturb families.

Simply because anchors have little to say means they’ll keep saying it till others believe. This is America.

Vacillating Benny, an ancient che… now retired from Monsanto, must de… if a poem his friend Ron has sent… is good enough for his hobby journ… Benny finally decides to let the p…

Magnificent animal Harambe, the Silverback gorilla killed at t… Lovely child, the three-year-old w… jumped in Harambe’s den. The mother took her son to the zoo

After the Spring rain a dove on a Dogwood branch preens like a starlet

An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble

America has no caste system but America has castes. Like every other nation America has its rich and poor with everyone else sardined

In the summer of 1956, any Saturday at midnight when the moon was full and the stars were bright, you would see Grandma Groth

You never know who’ll be there though folks are dying to get in. Then suddenly you’re at the door, hat in hand,

Beneath the bowling-alley bar marquee the rain tonight hammers off the concrete.

There’s always something. Like the growth you found under your arm showering this morning but you decided to go