Saturday’s Short Story – Another cup of coffee…

William is only in his mid-thirties but already has a receding hairline and a thin spot on the back of his head that shines in the sunlight. He’s more than a few pounds overweight and can barely walk down the block without stopping to catch his breath. Every workday at noon, for the past month, …

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Real Life Fridays — 1963, defining my place in the world…

“I have a dream” – Martin Luther King Jr. “Ich bin ein Berliner” – John Kennedy “The answer is blowing in the wind” – Peter, Paul and Mary “Segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever” – George Wallace “They have killed my husband. I have his brains in my hand” – Jacqueline Kennedy “You don't catch …

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Childproof caps…safety or just an old man’s nightmare.

So here’s the thing guys. Everybody knows by now that I’m an old geezer. I don’t try to hide it, in fact I use it to my advantage the best I can. But, I also have arthritis in my hands pretty bad along with several other afflictions that we won’t go into today. So I …

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Saturday Short Stories — Jason…

Janice has withdrawn into herself again. She’s setting there on our yard sale couch staring into a TV that isn’t even on. With the old quilt, that our grandmother made, wrapped tight around her; though it’s eighty degrees in our trailer. Her face is sunken and her skin hangs lose from fragile bones. Like all …

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“Did she get tired or did she just get lazy?”

There’s an old Eagles song that asks, “Did she get tired or did she just get lazy?” I think we all have to ask ourselves that question. Are we really too tired to walk the ten steps from our car to the cart return so we don’t leave it in the parking lot to roll …

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Saturday Short Stories – Connie and Robert

Connie is a cheerleader. With her bright, white teeth, smile and bouncing tits. Her short skirt legs running long and lean through indecent thoughts. Those bright Friday night lights are her stage. She uses the crisp November air as her makeup. Robert envies the night breeze for the chance to caress her skin and send …

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Memorial Day

Memorial Day – The picnic tables that held all the food were covered with red and white. We lazed about on blankets scattered around the cool grass covered yard. We drank ice cold beer, sweet tea and lemonade and devoured the watermelon, ice cream, Momma’s apple pie and fried chicken. Some of younger ones even …

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Short Story Saturday – Pool Party

“Man, I swear it’s the hottest summer I’ve ever seen.” I tell Jimmie “This sidewalk feels like it’s burning right through the soles of my sandals.” It hadn’t rained a drop in seven days and there still isn’t a single cloud in the sky. The heat waves shimmer up from the street in front of …

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Real Life Friday – May 1st 1957

It was 51 degrees in Carrollton, Missouri when I took my first breath that began this incredible journey called life. Although I have no recollection of the first 4 years of it, so I can safely say that in my mind, my life started on one warm spring day…you know what, let’s save that for …

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A Peaceful Place

Each of us needs to find that peaceful place in our lives. A place where the outside world doesn't dare penetrate. Somewhere we can recharge our batteries. For me, I love my wife, nature and Autumn in particular ( depending on the situation, not necessarily in that order). I love that time of year when I …

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