Chap­ter One/​standalone

Dancing with Uncle Virgil

Chapter One

Mama puts the Classified Section of the newspaper on the kitchen table and starts circling ads. She puts numbers beside them so we’ll know the order of the sales according to the intrigue of their ad. When it's my turn to map out the Saturday route, I go for neighborhoods. A logical driving sequence, I go from Point A to Point B. But that's not for Mama. She goes from Point A to Point D and then to Point B—back and forth through the county. She goes for ad content, not fuel efficiency. She'll drive me twenty miles to Bucksnort, then through Thornton and end up two blocks from her house. ... read more

Hon­or­ably mentioned

This assemblage began with Daddy in mind. Parts came from a box of model remnants. My father would begin difficult models during labor negotiations. One year he made a large steamboat, a paddle-wheeler. I remember a Spanish galleon, a Rolls Royce... each piece had hundreds, maybe thousands? of pieces. The models are gone but small bits remain. ... read more

Flu me, it ain’t flux me.

After 10 days in bed with two Jack Russell bed-warmers constantly at my side, I returned to the living just in time to take dogs to dog park for some much needed mayhem. Within five minutes of our return home, Roxanne the LumpMuttPuppy rips her shoulder requiring staples -- by leaping over a lawn chair. Now she's housebound on her own accord and once again crated. ... read more

Dr. Grord­bort has come to my attention…

Lately I've found myself searching for the correct machinery in which to complete my daily activities. Having the flu or some similar affliction has greatly diminished my capacity for enjoyment, nay I say entertainment, of any moment. I find perusing the far reaches of print gives me some respite. Then I discovered Dr. Grordbort's book, which I shall order upon recovery from this evil foul plague which has invaded my body parts. ... read more