Odd fellow who does odd jobs in the neighborhood four seasons of the year has disappeared in high summer and his customers are nervous.
Another day at the zoo and Wally’s new job was to feed the ap… Old Stanley had fed the apes for 40 years and loved the job but told Wally he was retiring.
She’s been making quilts for half a century and he’s been making poems that long as well and every now and then he brings a chocolate shake to her place
The problem with Chloe is she moved to San Diego where the weather’s fair but hasn’t found anyone who’ll listen to her so she
Handsome is as handsome does, Jeanie always said, when Donald was away on business.
A small city on the outskirts of St. Louis has ordered Alice Hezel to pull the swamp milkweed out of her yard because the city says it’s a weed and weeds aren’t allowed in Maplewood, Mi...
I have a friend, old and retired, who keeps busy helping the poor. Let’s call him Ted because he wants to remain anonymous. Some of his ideas, he says, wouldn’t make many of his neighbo...
The kitchens of Auschwitz are belching again. Ancient chefs, puffed hats askew, storm once more
Jesse was a common man he never made a lot of money he had a troubled marriage. His wife left him for another man he never saw his kids again.
Thunder and lightning at first, as I understand it, and then the moon will split in half and disappear and the stars will go dark
First, we place the neck on the bl… and put the basket underneath the head and then make sure the bl… is sharp enough before we ask the… one more time just to be polite:
Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,
They buried Colleen Garrity today a woman 95 few people thought would ever die and what a lovely eulogy her cousin Paddy gave. Paddy must be 80 if a day yet he
A few years ago Herb Adams, a plumber by trade, went with his wife, Ellie, to her flower show where many ladies and a few men displayed their skill arranging flowers they had grown in t...
You take care now, Harold, and don’t slip on the ice looking for a good bookstore on the streets of Chicago. Print is dead, Harold,