Witnesses were not sure but thought that the old lady had finished her day’s work at Jack’s cafeteria where she tended the salad section of foods on display for customers’ selection. She may have taken a detour from her regular course to conduct some business while downtown. With her purse under her arm she was likely to have been on her way to the bus stop and home. Walking in no particular hurry she suddenly felt her purse slip from its place under her arm. She turned to see her purse retreati...(click to continue reading)

Greetings to my Best Valentine. I’m writing to you to thank you for being my best. I consider you my Valentine because it’s the season for such. Otherwise I just think of you as a loving daughter. 

I well recall that you of all my offspring were the one who loved to sit on her daddy’s lap. Your siblings like to sit there too, but you enjoyed it and were in no hurry to move on. Of course as do most cute little people you grew up to be an adult and went on about your own business as norma...(click to continue reading)

“Could I chew your gum for a while?” a voice behind me asked as I was getting a drink at the water fountain.

“What?” I replied. This was a new experience in my young life.

“Can I chew your gum?” It was Betty Jean. She had apparently seen my jaw moving as she had followed down the hall between classes.

“Sure, here go ahead and enjoy it. I’m just about done with it,” I said, taking the wad from my mouth and handing it to her. She popped it into her mouth.

“Thank...(click to continue reading)

We were great friends in junior high school. Bill and I frequently hung around together after school. We did what adolescent boys usually do. We talked about all kinds of mysterious things, such as stars, machines and girls.

Bill was a mild mannered guy and kind of shy around girls (and so was I). His dad ran a garage and so had all kinds of mechanical things at his disposal. Bill’s dad or maybe his brother built a little car for him before I knew him. It had all the essentials of a sel...(click to continue reading)

“Looks like a letter from Ike,” Billy said as he sat down and opened the letter.  A bit of sawdust fell from the cuff of his pants.  He was a carpenter and sometimes he brought a little of his work home with him.   

“Billy, you didn’t brush off very well before you left your job,” said his wife, Easter.  Her name was Esther but everyone called her Easter. 

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Billy said as he headed for the door to rid himself of the sawdust. 

“What does Unc have to sa...(click to continue reading)

Among my vast audience of readers I count you, Mary, as one whether or not you are.  Although you left us half my life ago I still sometimes think of you with a warm heart.   Now I wish you could have been with me at my last birthday party.  Actually it was the only one that I remember other than your birthday cakes.  You would have enjoyed seeing most of your grand children whom you never met. 

The event took place at our son David’s house in Reston, Va.  Things were happening and peop...(click to continue reading)