Here’s a funny little story about death and drug addiction. Continue reading Frankie
After my Nephew passed away in February, I planted some wildflowers seeds as a memorial. ‘Adam’s Garden’ No freakin’ tulips or daffodils. There’s symbolism growing everywhere in the little garden around the patio.
And one chair in which I sit. Continue reading Adam’s Garden
Sunshine, a six-pack of beer, and a swimmin’ hole.
It’s not like Zack and his friends didn’t have a chlorinated, public pool a few blocks from their houses in town, but the newly discovered swimmin’ hole some ten miles out of town was much more entertaining. The Lil’ Wolf Hole was hidden from the World by a thick grove of trees, just a muddied dirt path away from a busy highway and what they considered normal. Continue reading The Kiss
Last summer, the neighbor people asked me to walk their dog while they were away for a long, three-day weekend. The only time that I had ever seen the little furbag yappy dog was when I was going to fetch my morning’s newspaper and she’d try to disprove Darwin’s Theory of Evolution, where-in the larger, smarter species would squash the crap out of the one-pound, little furry annoying rodent-like animal. Continue reading Just Walking the Dog
You probably don’t know Alberta or Craig or Gerald or my cousin Patty, or any of the other voices heard in this month’s installment of Christmas Music all year-long. If one were singing in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, your voice may be masked over by the vast numbers of fellow choir members. But not in your typical small town church. Continue reading Christmas Music In May
My Mom and her hubby had bought a mountainside villa near Bryce Resort as a retirement home. I was doing nothing important at the time, as is usual, so I offered to live-in and fix-up the home before their scheduled move-in date later in the year. Continue reading Yellow Jackets and Public Nudity- Dumb Things That Men Do, Explained in 519 Words or Less
Back when I was a boy! (as I pull-up my trousers and speak like an older man:) Life was simple for a teenager growing up in Small Town U.S.A. In 1978, the population of Woodstock, Virginia was somewhere around 2500 people. Continue reading Our Jericho Mile