Back when I was a boy, before there was a Wal-Mart or Amazon, our family went Christmas shopping the old-fashioned way. Once every year, the basement of the local hardware store transformed into a magical toy chest where me and my sisters would Oh and Ah over the toys that now graced the metal shelves of the Hugh Saum’s Store.
Continue reading Toys in the Basement
Back when I was an annoying little preteen, I had a temporary moment of maturity and established the first of my personal tenets of Life. If I could make just one person smile per day, just think of the smiles I’d produce over a lifetime. Continue reading Beautiful
Here’s a funny little story about death and drug addiction. Continue reading Frankie
Not to be a downer going into the weekend, when moods are supposed to be giddy with happiness at the prospect of two days off after a hard week of work, but I just had to type this one up. Continue reading Good Night Adam
I once took a lady out fishing, one beautiful summer afternoon. A day when all things of importance were remembered and the unnecessary were left behind. Continue reading More Fishing Lessons
Some twenty years ago, as I was meandering through this thing called Life, I crashed in my sister’s basement for a while, as one chapter closed and I awaited for the next one to open. Not to get all Philosophical,, but I’ve come to believe that there’s a reason for where you are at any particular moment. Continue reading One Particular Harbor
Men in suits. Ladies with festive hats. Children in their Easter outfits. It’s the fifties on film. Saint Paul’s UCC. Woodstock, Virginia in 1950.
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