Dog Trouble

If you deliver mail for a living you really get to hate dogs.  They bark at you all day.  After a while it's like someone is driving a nail into your frontal lobes.  Bark, bark, bark!  They go crazy.  Little ones, big ones, it doesn't matter.  Mail slots are the worst.  The duct work acts … Continue reading Dog Trouble

Good Protein–Edible Thoughts on the Bugs that Bug Us

The elementary school sent out an alert about Japanese beetles destroying the newly planted fruit orchard.  As if Pearl Harbor hadn’t been enough!  Finding myself strangely transfixed by the whiteness of the ceiling overhead, my wife read me the dire news as I sipped my Folgers coffee.   My son’s second-grade class had planted Zestars—an early-ripening … Continue reading Good Protein–Edible Thoughts on the Bugs that Bug Us

Crows

Crow City

My brother gave me an album of photographs and important papers that my father left behind.  I keep it out of sight in the basement.  But sometimes, late at night, when the rest of my family is asleep, I drink too much wine and think about the past.

My father sits on a stool in blue jeans with a coffee mug held on his thigh.  His back is straight as he smiles broadly for the camera.  He is barrel-chested and powerful.  His hair and beard are dark.  He wears a khaki military shirt and cap without insignia.  He looks like Fidel Castro.

He smiles wryly at me from another photograph, his senior portrait.  He is nattily attired in a suit and tie.  It shocks me to see how much we look alike.  He is thin and handsome.  EPSON MFP imageAlcohol and age have yet to thicken his features.  His dark eyes convey…

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