The Haunting

The Haunting

The haunting of late fall didn’t come from ghoulish goblins, horror houses or a second-rate slasher flick. This haunting wasn’t even a part of Halloween, but was instead a few weeks after, in mid-November.  The day’s awakening brought the ghastly remains of Lake...
The Boat

The Boat

Sit in it and my knees begin to hurt, my back starts aching, my shoes get soaked. Then, this green time machine pulls me into the past, and slowly the pains fade.

The Mink

The Mink

How the mink had come to be there the boy did not know. Those whom he asked about it—casually, trying not to appear too inquisitive—laughed and told him condescendingly, There’s no mink in this country! Prob’ly just an old muskrat. They all had their reasons—Too far...
On the Southbound Home

On the Southbound Home

Had a man once who said, “The older the boy, the younger the man.” Strikes me he was right. No matter how old you are, you got to hang on to him—the boy—never let him go. Hardly back from Chile and Patagonia, languishing in a chair before the fire—even as the...
The Day Momma Killed Corky

The Day Momma Killed Corky

It was an act of violence rougher than anything Hemingway ever wrote about – the blood-curdling screams made me sick to my stomach. But about that time I hooked a monster bluegill… A Southern Tall Tale Excuse me, gents. Jimmy Shakes here, nice to meet ya. I...