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May 7, 2015 Chapter 2 My ape Gen-ah is mad. His cable TV went out last night while he was watching other apes play with a big ball. (The only TV I allow is “Cute,” when the kittens run around, … Continue reading →

May 7, 2015 Orville: You got enough asparagus? Gene: I got no asparagus. Orville: You coulda spoke up. I will pick you some tonight after the tomatoes are planted. Gene: Stir fry tomorrow. Orville: Plant on Mother’s Day, I was … Continue reading →

May 6, 2015 This was a bittersweet Genehouse walk. I had awakened and walked outside and, as is my custom, checked on the baby cardinals. The nest was upside down. The newly-hatched chick of two days ago lay on the … Continue reading →

May 2, 2015 Chapter 1: “Call me Scot-ah.” I’m writing this with special translation software, cat to English for furless apes, or you couldn’t read it. You’re welcome. There are no names in my world. We cats go by smelling … Continue reading →

May 3, 2015 They pray at the café table, the husband doing the incantation. Their faces are grim; the afterlife is the Land of the Happy Whites Because We Ain’t Happy Here, and they want in. Meanwhile, stuff yourself and … Continue reading →

April 29, 2015 The Great Depression. We lived on a farm outside Brighton. We had zero money. My mom, she growed a huge garden and we et off that and we canned stuff for the winters. And we butchered hogs … Continue reading →

April 26, 2015 He walked into the café—stumbled more like it, slowly making his way to a table, his left arm held close to his body, the hand and fingers curled, like someone who had suffered a stroke. He might … Continue reading →

My friend Sheila S. is one of the funniest women on the planet. Here paraphrased is her car trip from hell, May 31, 2014.   I was goin’ to the Cardinals game with Connie. We always meet in Alton—she’s from … Continue reading →

April 22, 2015 Yesterday afternoon, I played a phone message from my whiskey-voiced landlady, Bowling Ball, informing me that Genehouse was going to be landscaped. So I called her back and told her about Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal and their … Continue reading →

April 14, 2015 The farmer waddles into the café, his booted feet splayed out and open. The boot laces are untied to accommodate ham-size ankles. He weighs over four hundred pounds, most of it in his massive belly which protrudes … Continue reading →