The Back Room at 3671
My father’s idea of maintenance was to ignore any and all upgrades. He was not one to pre-plan or estimate…
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Sense of Recall
This year, I am recalling all the construction heart valentines I brought home as a child; and the woven May…
Holy Sundaes
Sunday evenings had taken on an entirely new perspective with the addition of evening service and a trip to Dairy…
When Life is Good Enough
A walk to the mailbox yields an extra envelope inside; this one not a bill! The card is a funny…
When Everyone Was Irish
Across the Bay, the City had a parade each year. Even the Italians walked among their Irish compatriots, extolling the…
Gunfight at the OBGYN Corral
On the surface, it was simply routine; my annual checkup. The form might have been revised; I filled out current…
Valentine Mirth
For innocents awake to Friendship’s arms Hearts are not just for February days They are a bit of make-believe To…
Seeing Red
Knowing Mom’s penchant for little things that were sentimental and greeting cards for all occasions, I decided that particular year…
We Had a Thing for Guy
The folks prided themselves on knowing what good music was; they each had strong musical ability. My dad had sung…