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Monthly Archives: March 2016
The Ice Cream Man
A few years ago, I published two collections of short stories. A few people purchased them. Most didn’t. I’m going to start randomly posting some of those stories here. Just for the heck of it. I’m thinking that the stories … Continue reading
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February 29 — Page Three
Page One. Page Two. Johnny, I assume, went back to his base, maybe served a little bit of time in Marine prison, or whatever it was he might have to do for his AWOL. I slipped back out into space … Continue reading
Every Four Years — Page Two
Page One Footloose. It was the movie that winter. Everybody was seeing it, but we never made it and I have never been able to watch that movie. I was looking back at Ginny, saying something to her about our … Continue reading
Every Four Years
It was something we started in high school, Johnny Mac and me. Only when we started we didn’t actually know we were starting a tradition that would last for years to come. We’d been friends since the 4th grade. He … Continue reading