Monthly Archives: September 2012

The Lobsterman

She sits alone, hands gripping her coffee cup, staring out the window at the mist that shrouds the village, watching lazy rivulets of moisture meander down the glass. Where is he she wonders, her imagination fearing the worst. She brightens … Continue reading

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Yesterdays Hero

I saw this picture recently of a crowd sitting in lawn chairs along a parade route.  In the background, a military formation is marching by carrying our flag.  Sadly, the only one standing in a show of respect is a … Continue reading

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Small World

Seven hundred and sixty two feet from corner to corner.  From the huge old elm tree in Dr. Rooney’s front yard on one end, to the lamppost that sat outside my bedroom window on the other.  That’s how long the … Continue reading

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Walking Alone

Maybe it’s because I am well into my years that I pay more attention to those that are aging around me.  Like trying on a suit and deciding how it fits and if you are comfortable in it. I see … Continue reading

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Kittens In The Barn

Stepping on the porch, he stamps his feet to remove the mud from his boots before taking them off and placing them beside the door.  As he enters the kitchen, he immediately smells the familiar aroma of coffee brewing. “Breakfast’s ready, … Continue reading

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My New Cellphone

I am a simple man and as such, it doesn’t take much to confuse me.  Last year I bought a new cellphone because I needed Bluetooth to operate some functions in my car, but that’s another story.  This phone had … Continue reading

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Through Others Eyes

I often see him sitting there as I wander through the park.  Always on the same bench, staring at the scene before him.  His face mostly without expression, never smiling or acknowledging a ventured wave or nod.  I wonder what thoughts … Continue reading

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