I was busy at work in The Doghouse, but I wasn’t ‘in’ the doghouse, if you know what I mean. Lately, I...
We had a neighbor on Wassom Street who lived across from us in an upscale, rambling ranch house with his pretty young...
I needed gas for my Detroit dragon, a ragged convertible dinosaur I had dug out of a local bone yard. I was...
I had just settled in with a good book: comfy over-stuffed wingback chair, with a soft-bulb reading lamp, a single serving of...
I had just settled in to eat lunch: drained Albacore Tuna on white, with mustard, thick slab of sharp cheddar; a healthy...
Something was wrong. Something was bad wrong, I could tell from the way they were huddled together like thieves in the kitchen...
I was in the back storage shed looking for an old owners manual to my mower, when I found my snorkel gear....
“Boy!” Johnny Rauschert snorted to himself. “Somebody on the ground sure isn’t paying attention today!” He...
We have a new neighbor. Her name is Nancy. She is recently divorced. She has a son named, Timmy. Mr. ‘Nancy’ is...
My brother Howard and I slept upstairs in the attic of the house on Golden Valley Road. Except for the floor, which...
I was in the garage prepping my gas grill for summer use. Once a year, I take it apart, scrape and fire...
Crazy Eddy lived in a trailer on a half an acre of land across the street from me on Golden Valley Road....
The slate grey winter sky hung low, perilously to the ground. The horizon seemed a million miles away, flat and plain and...