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December 17, 2014 “I was helpin’ a friend of mine,” Farmer Orville said yesterday as he drove his pickup toward town, taking me to the pharmacy, “he’s been laid up for some time, had his arm removed and all. He … Continue reading →

December 15, 2014 Her pitted and rusted pickup truck looked like it had been in some Middle Eastern War. The driver’s side door, dying of thirst for lubricant, screeched when she opened it. She kicked at the door with her … Continue reading →

December 11, 2014 Dear Mr. Ewing Baldwin, Greetings and congratulations! The Obamacare Death Panel (section 3, paragraph two) has noticed your posts from your sickbed on Facebook, including the sentence, “Please kill me.” We’re pleased to inform you we have … Continue reading →

December 3, 2014 The old man had his viewing last night. He lay in a plain wood casket in the west room of Gent’s Funeral Home. His was the first non-suited body I could recall, his familiar green ball cap … Continue reading →

November 30, 2014 The old man died last night. His night nurse awoke because she heard him calling. He was sitting in his wing chair in the finished basement, watching TV, as he did around the clock. He asked for … Continue reading →

November 23, 2014 I have written about the late 70’s, when I was suffering from scars on my vocal chords, from screeching my trained tenor voice out, in “Jesus Christ Superstar.” I lost my drive to be an actor/singer, and … Continue reading →

November 20, 2014 On the Genehouse walk, the air is sharp. The sun is cloud-cloaked, light escaping its flimsy white negligee, and kinglets glow grey-orange and bluejays are ornamental. The afternoon is soft and the breeze is coldsoft, and acorn … Continue reading →

November 18, 2014 He is eighty-seven, a lanky old man with a pot belly, a cane, a ubiquitous ball cap and two-pocket flannel shirt (even in summer). His skin is reptilian, from a life spent in the sun. His voice … Continue reading →

November 16, 2014 Farmer Orville and the Quilt Queen and I sat in their huge kitchen, eating strawberry shortcake (the biscuit-like cake was homemade) and drinking Earl Grey tea and watching the snow fall. I had just walked six miles … Continue reading →

November 7, 2014 I was sitting in the Mehlville Dairy on Route 3 this afternoon, eating peanut M&M’s and Skittles with Greg and Rachel, when in walked Worm Wrangler, a good looking, shave-headed, forty-something black man. He loaded up a … Continue reading →