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A wooden duck. A tin man paddling a canoe. Photographs, a clock, a plate from China, a train set. They all mean something. They’re more than just material stuff. When I look at these things synapses fire, memories flood. So…
“What the hell is THIS?” roared Uncle Harry. Aunt Leonia waved dismissively, “you know damned well it’s an ice cream cake.” “For crissakes, when I want cake I want cake when I want ice cream I want ice cream!” Harry…
What must’ve he had thought, that snake? I mean, assuming a snake can have a thought. Had it not occurred to him that lying there soaking up the sun, in the middle of a busy urban trail, that he could…
The thruway service plaza was unusually empty, even for 2am on a Sunday. The thruway itself had been fairly busy, so it stood to reason that there would be a few cars here at least. The food court and store…
Randy was getting used to seeing her on the bus every morning. She’d get on at Belleaire Turnpike and get off at Westchester Blvd., which was the stop right before his. Sometimes he would see her on the return trip…
“Oh no!” He wanted to kick himself. He had just taken some bags of ice and some charcoal briquettes out of the cart and loaded them into the back of his truck. He’d been careless though and the wind had…
“Shhh! It’s Davy, I can’t hear him. Hey! Shut up!” “Okay okay okay, Where are you?” “I dunno, I’m trying to find out where he is.” “Davy…you’re gonna have to speak up. The only thing I heard was ride and…
There’s a lot of talk on Mother’s Day about all the things our mothers did for us. But what you don’t hear a lot about is what our Mother’s didn’t do. Something you may know, some of them you may…
I am thinking about the play “Our Town”, by Thornton Wilder. I am thinking about the play, because I just listened to an audiobook narrated by Meryl Streep. And just for an aside, how the hell does an author get…