We met in mechanical drawing class, fall of 1968. She sat at the desk in front of me.
She worked hard on her drawings, usually getting “Cs & Bs.” I shot rubber bands at her butt, blamed it on the guy next to me, and copied her drawings—I got “Bs & As.”
The teacher warned her to stay away from me, telling her, “He’s trouble.” He may have been right. Continue reading
After her first two failures she took special measures to assure that this attempt would not be thwarted. She chose the time and location carefully, planned it down to the final minute. This time she would leave no room for heroes. Continue reading
Towering like royalty above the prairie thicket stood a mysterious grove of aged cottonwoods. The area was rumored to hold some kind of curse resulting from spells once cast by nomadic gypsies. Rumor also had it that a nasty old witch toting a black powder shotgun loaded with rock salt kept a nightly vigil over the surrounding area. Continue reading
I was caught off guard by a long forgotten photo album that came toppling off the closet shelf. I hadn’t seen it for…well longer than I care to admit. Continue reading
The package said, “Easy Open” — I tend to disagree.
Either I am woefully incompetent or it just isn’t all that easy. After failing to pull the tab with my arthritic fingers or rip it open with my teeth, I resorted to more drastic measures — a jackhammer and lightsaber later, I got it. Continue reading
Some called me reckless, they said Jacob was too young to fish on the river. I could have heeded their warning…I’m grateful I didn’t. Continue reading
The Jeep rumbled out a warning. Maybe it was a sign—a plea to abort an ill fated mission before it got started. Continue reading