The Music Lesson

All afternoon and from inside his parent's house, as Bill and I sit outside in the comfort of  lawn chairs talking, trumpeters one after another run through their scales, do re mi fa sol la ti do, over and over again.  The notes drop from the open windows like fall leaves from the trees.  It … Continue reading The Music Lesson

Rusty the Rooster, A Cock of Notable Size, Is No Longer

(Arcadia, Indiana)  The barn yard is silent tonight. After a day of carefree sex, pecking Blackie the Rabbit on the head for eating chicken feed, and scaring the children when they try to collect the eggs, Rusty the Rooster is dead. Long considered the venerable dean of a cadre of free range cocks, he ruled … Continue reading Rusty the Rooster, A Cock of Notable Size, Is No Longer

The Troublemaker Blend 6

I was given an assignment and just like in high school I have blown it off.  I procrastinated.  In all actuality if this was school, the PR company my teacher, well, I failed with a big fat F.Because my parents taught me right from wrong, I am going to complete my homework and turn it in. … Continue reading The Troublemaker Blend 6

Stanley Coats: An Introduction

Stanley Coats, sprawled out in his overalls and dozing on the porch swing, knows he’s becoming the old dog with the saggy balls. The one beginning to get gray around the snout. At the sound of tires on gravel, he lifts his head a little. The dog dozing on the porch floor below him does … Continue reading Stanley Coats: An Introduction

Breton Butter Cake

This morning little Lynnie keeps yelling and pointing in excitement at the cake I made for last night's Sunday dinner. She is telling me she wants it for her birthday. The heels on the last three slices of the cake have been nibbled. Last night she kept slipping her little hand in and under the … Continue reading Breton Butter Cake

Teddy Roosevelt Fished Here

My nephew and I amble slowly up to the creek bank. It’s early enough that the cold morning air causes a light fog to rise off the warm, black water, but does nothing to lift the low-lying cover fogging my brain. I yawn. I wish I'd had that second cup of coffee. It's hard to … Continue reading Teddy Roosevelt Fished Here

Advent at Dusk

by Lynda Balslev @tastefoodblog.com  It's the weekend of advent, and I am sitting in my California living room, sipping gløgg and watching the flames dance in the fireplace. It's raining outside. As I listen to the drops furiously pellet the windows and tap dance over the wooden deck, I take another sip of the steaming … Continue reading Advent at Dusk

The Hayseed

The sleek, shiny, deep-red locomotive, its coupling rods churning and drivers slipping, trying to get traction, billows out black smoke from its stack as if getting up the nerve to leave the station. It's a beautiful train with a long line of passenger cars trailing behind. Each car is bursting with people who, dressed in … Continue reading The Hayseed