Old Tim writes poetry now in his heaven of retirement. He’s had nice jobs over the years but swears retirement is better.

Linda’s on TV this morning being interviewed by someone who specializes in interviewing unusual people. Linda’s a smart woman but

A corner sentinel for 40 years, Charlie’s Diner is the only landmark in a neighborhood of blue-collar people who love their burgers thick

I turn the porch light on because it’s dark when I go out to find the morning paper. It’s still dark when I start back but when I’m on the porch I reach

The Sixties almost killed Will, a wasted man who sobered up long enough to vote for JFK. And he’d have voted for RFK if he hadn’t been killed as well.

Someone has to cut the grass Molly tells Bill dozing off in his recliner too weary to cut it. For years a vet from Vietnam

For years leprechauns lived under Pop’s fedora. They danced jigs on his head when he wore it and hid in his ears

Day and night preachers hawk the Message of the Cross on television. Once a month they pause and beg for money for

I turn on the news to see who won the game last night but first the scores from hot spots in the city. Two people are killed

A homeless man hangs himself from a tree at night in the city to close out the year. At dawn a passerby uses

Even as a child Charles couldn’t forgive other chi… not for something they had done but rather for who they were. They were inferior and couldn’t he…

We’ve moved my wife and I from home to the last place we’ll ever live and she wants to know why