Jimmy and Billy, two young men in kindergarten, went home from school every day just before noon. They lived in a small town in Nebraska, in the middle of farm country. It was the 1950s...

It isn’t a flophouse where Fred lives now but he calls it that a month after moving in and seeing his fellow

Miss Goody Two-Shoes’ sweaters aren’t too tight, skirts aren’t too straight and heels aren’t too high. She’s a swan gliding

Every day the same people at the same table at the rear of the cafeteria. The maiden, 35 at least, is gray at the temples,

It used to bother me to see odd people leapfrog parking meters and shout every day is Halloween until

Widow in a rocker pets her calico cat long strokes slowly. With the cat purring and the widow humming

Last night my recliner broke. I used the lever to lean back and I went way back, almost heels over head. A shock. I hate going to the recliner store

It’s war plain and simple when I fill the feeder out in the sycamore with millet and niger

The older I get the more beautiful they are without exception Donal Mahoney

Let me be a star and shine in places darkness dwells or let me be a bell and ring in places

I no longer put things back where they belong. I can’t remember where they came from never mind where

Simply because anchors have little to say means they’ll keep saying it till others believe. This is America.

I saw Al once a month for 30 years, maybe more, doing business together. He retired to hunt bear in Alaska, hook Tarpon

I’m amazed at the difference between my friend and me. His response to life is so different from mine. I live deep in the city