The story goes Pa met Ma in the city when he drove a truckload of pigs to market. She was the young waitress who served him cup after cup of coffee and gave him three eggs instead of ju...
I am sorry to hear the news. I lost it when I heard about hers and now to hear about yours. I’m livid at times, peaceful rarel… If you prefer, I won’t forward em…
They’re the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either. Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often
Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.
Sometimes she sits there and listens to him. Sometimes he sits there and listens to her. Sometimes they know
Hearts are stopping faster than usual among people I know and people I don’t married to other people
Deep in the city where the poor wait for the Second Coming suicide is uncommon. No one leaps off skyscrapers
Something’s still bright when a widow dies and her son flies in gives her body to science has the movers
Redbud and dogwood have blossomed above the tulips and jonquils wher… Alice’s house used to be. A possum and raccoon nose around where the garage was before the to…
The bog above Bob Gordon’s bog is where they found the body of an older man floating like a canoe among the lily pads. He was covered with crustaceans.
Tornadoes in the parlor, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, t… churned every hour Dad was home. He never worked and with good reason.
We’re going dancing, my wife and… to a Charity Ball high in the sky… Glenn Miller’s band has been play… since 1944, the year his plane got… over the English Channel.
My wife’s amazed when I station myself at the computer writing this or that despite a hound dog
Bill would come every Sunday to his mother’s house after a tough divorce. He’d bring his laundry for his mother to do and then he’d devour the roast beef dinner she always made for him....
I found an old friend in a cardboard box in the basement where I left him forty years ago.