Tag Archives: friends

Why We Play Games

The backyard on Susan Avenue was completely dark by 8 PM, only the shadows of trees standing still and young boys running wild could be sensed by the naked eye.  Across the road and a million miles away,  was the glow of the high school football field, a full-blown production occupying the rest of the entire Earth.   Continue reading Why We Play Games

Small Town Speed Trap Ahead

There was a portable speed limit sign on Spring Street today.  I registered an average score of 19 during my three trips through the 25 MPH zone because I now drive like an old lady in my old lady Buick.  But it got me to thinking. Continue reading Small Town Speed Trap Ahead

A Non-Lyrical Ode to Rachel

My young Goddaughter gave me a book several years ago full of writing prompts to inspire me simply because she knew that I liked to write.  Tonight, as I flipped through the book and shrugged at the various topics, it dawned on me that I should write about her, a favorite subject of mine and all the prompting I’ll ever need. Continue reading A Non-Lyrical Ode to Rachel

A Virginia Tradition-Field Parties

The following little story is a teenager’s confession of guilt.  It comes forty-years after the infractions were committed and safely after any statutes of limitations or the possibility of  being grounded at home for a month. Continue reading A Virginia Tradition-Field Parties

Home Sweet Home- The Junkie Pad

As a result of one stupid decision that I made as a young man, I went from living a wonderful existence in a tiny cabin on the banks of the Shenandoah River, to surviving day-to-day in a rundown old house in the middle of Small-Town, Virginia.  (Edinburg, to be exact) Traded in a beautiful girlfriend, two dogs and a canoe for a bachelor’s life shared with a childhood friend of mine. Continue reading Home Sweet Home- The Junkie Pad