Park Patrol. That was Domino’s job. A beautiful black and white Akita, Domino patrolled the streets of his Highland neighborhood and Columbia Park for nearly eight years. He made his appointed rounds four times a day, rain or shine, accompanied by his assistants, John and Carissa. Everyone in the neighborhood knew Domino by name, though his Continue reading
I have never regretted anything I gave away, but often wished I had given more.
My need for equality was entirely personal. It didn’t take me long to notice, boys got a better deal, primarily because they wore pants. No one ragged on them to “act like a lady, keep your dress tail down, or keep clean.” My brother never dusted, washed a dish, changed a diaper, or made a bed. That was women’s work. Continue reading
A young lady came into the bank to deposit a huge bag of quarters.
“Oh my! Have you been hoarding quarters?” asked the cashier.
“I whored about half, I guess. My sister whored the rest,”
Awfuls chasing turey
We went places and saw people that normal people would never encounter, nor care to. Daddy had heard of somebody living back in the woods about four miles off Tobacco Road who had something he might be interested in buying. He had to check it out, driving forever down muddy roads petering out into nothing. Finally we got back to Mr. Tucker’s Continue reading
This Christmas our family decided not to buy gifts to exchange. Instead, we were each to bring a treasured item to pass on or make a gift for exchange. No money was to be spent. It was the start of a lovely tradition. My sister Connie, her husband, and son made lovely gifts for everyone. They framed each of us a copy of the only remaining picture of the five of us children using reclaimed wood from the house where we grew up. It is beautiful. Phyllis, the oldest child, brought the family Bible, which she’d had for several years, and passed it on to another sister. My husband, Bud, made a wonderful knife out of an old file. Mother passed on a bread platej my dad won at his job many years ago and serving spoons given to her by her father when she married, to my nephew and his fiancée. I brought some vintage blue Continue reading
The guide dog led his blind master directly through a green light out into the traffic of a busy intersection. Horns honked. Cars crashed into each other all around him. A good Samaritan ran out into traffic and snatched him to safety. The blind gentleman reached into his pocket for a treat. “Good boy. Good boy. Here’s a treat!” He patted the air, feeling for his dog’s head. Continue reading