A heavyweight bee flew through my open bedroom window, did a calculated surveillance flight, then hummed to my youngest son's room to do the same. From there, it strategically made its way to my eldest son's room. Investigation complete, it came full circle and hovered over my bed before buzzing off the way it came.… Continue reading The Heat Is On
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Where There’s Smoke
The heat here has turned grasses into a balding, crackling, brittle mat; the ground sounds like dry Rice Krispies underfoot. Clumps of locusts, skilled in martial arts and armored up in primary colors (mostly red, yellow, and green), strut around with rude self-confidence. If they're part of the food chain, I'll eat my hat. As… Continue reading Where There’s Smoke
Have You Got Mail?
There are a few things I don't do anymore. I don't do them because I can't do them. It has nothing to do with my age, everything to do with the age we live in. If I want to go to a drive-in... to watch movies, I can't. The majority of drive-ins went out of… Continue reading Have You Got Mail?
Mistaken Identity
I left my son in the parking lot. He was sitting sideways on the passenger seat of my car, both legs out the open door, filing a tenacious corn with a foot file I had just bought. Don't frown. He is an adult (nearly 21). I went to Checkers to buy milk and something else… Continue reading Mistaken Identity
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