For the second time in four days, Kentucky flies by me in a blur of white lines and road signs.
Road trips are another story for another day, though, because today is someone’s birthday. Continue reading “About an inspiration”
Category: Stories
A tale of two plays
I went to watch a play Saturday night.
It was the first time I attended a live play put on by professional actors since a school field trip to the Alabama Shakespeare Festival.
The trip I took to Montgomery with the rest of the ninth-grade class is a pleasant memory except for one thing.
I just paid to sweat a lot
This story begins in a pool hall and ends in a goat pen.
The middle is quite messy. Continue reading “I just paid to sweat a lot”
What a time to be alive
I grew up in a chicken house.
I don’t mean literally, of course, though when the wind is right I can smell five of them.
What I mean is, when I was a kid, I had it made. Continue reading “What a time to be alive”