Dad’s Day 281

  Attached to the church by a covered passageway, the rectory sat on a corner across the street from the county courthouse. The rectory was surrounded by a lawn that five oak trees shaded.    The church was closer to the street than the rectory, and when the front doors were swung open, the inside …

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Dad’s Day 272

Our idea was to do something that would brighten, just a little, in some small way, someone's experiencing of Christmas.  We eventually settled on the man who lived in the little house at the far end of Broadwater Avenue.  At least once a week we passed his house on the way to a restaurant downtown; …

Dad’s Day 268

Along the railroad tracks in Darlington, in the large yard in front of the station house, the firemen raised money by selling Christmas Trees--not the short-needled trees that are common today, but Eastern White Pines, with long, green, soft needles that could bear the weight of big-bulb strings of lights and a half dozen boxes …

Dad’s Day 264

First few paragraphs from a new YA idea: I sat in the lunchroom, away from others in my class, in the opposite corner from the milk machine. It was where the eighth graders sat, and by the time my class came through the lunch line, the eighth graders had left for the playground. My younger …

Dad’s Day 263

Second Curmudgeonly Entry in a Row There is a direct relationship to people's behavior and the level of anonymity that an activity allows them.  The more open the situation, the less venal people's behavior .  The "comments" on YouTube videos is one of the most obvious examples--in fact, almost any on-line, anonymous activity is the best example; …

Dad’s Day 262

In a Perfect World ... A man gets in the express lane in front of me at the grocery store.  His cart contains  over the allowed 12 items, and he takes out his checkbook, and three coupons.  The cashier begins to ring him up, but when she swipes the 13th item, a light above the …

Dad’s Day 258

I have done my 20 minutes of writing for Day 258: today's is Karen's birthday, and I wrote her a too-long birthday note, which I will not include here because to be a reader of that note requires that a reader have been married to me for 40 years, and at this point only Karen …