Left Over French Fries

The Man said, “How are you today?” as he stood before our booth at McDonald’s. At the time, I didn’t even know he was homeless. “Good,” I said, pleasantly returning his inquiry. The Man was polite enough, albeit his clothes a bit dirty and worn. Why would I have thought he was homeless as I [...]

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Left Behind With Daddy

“See? Look out there, Mom, that’s my plane; it’s an L-1011 ’cause it’s got the two big engines — one on each wing! “That’s nice Max. You will remember to tell your Daddy I said ‘Hello,’ right?” “Yeah! — I won’t forget already!”

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Death of an American Town

It was always the perfect little American town. Dave and I had some of our best child hood memories set here. Didn’t get to see Dave much these days, but when we were younger we were like brothers, or better yet, inseparable best-friends, rather than cousins. We lived five minutes from each other back then [...]

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