A Late Starter Dawdling Through Life
Following an arduous search, I had located Marsha Mallow, former Lollipop Leaguer and last remaining link to the Red Brick Road. After a half dozen butterscotch and sodas, would she be able to remember its location? Would her hatred of … Continued
Once again, our annual Easter showing of “The Wizard of Oz” has ended and, as enjoyable as it was, I was again left unfulfilled. Every year, Dorothy sets off along the yellow brick road, a song in her heart and … Continued
I parked a six pack of beer and a box of chocolate chip cookies behind a gray checkout divider while the tar-colored conveyor belt swept forward. The belt stopped and started, my goods stuck behind a fender bender of produce, … Continued
A few slim pamphlets taken from a display rack in our church’s narthex lit the fire. My wife, a Protestant convert, curiosity piqued, stashed a few in her purse. In the midst of a conversation about kitchen renovations, I didn’t … Continued
My phone started ringing just as I had a mind-melding code breakthrough, and I couldn’t pick up. If I’d recognized the number, maybe it would have been different, but after a quick glance, I turned right back to the screen. … Continued