My son, Cody, was housesitting for friends who were vacationing in Europe. He also was watching their five dogs, who are the most privileged furballs on the face of the Earth. Before jetting off, our friends instructed Cody to call if there was a problem. Any problem at all. Call. Day or night. (I’m sure… Continue reading I Can’t Stop the Bleeding
Author: theupstory
Once upon a time I wrote for a living. I thought I got paid by the word until I saw my benefits package and realized I'd struck gold. So 37 years later I wrote myself into retirement. Now I'm running wild and free across the literary Serengeti with no one to proof my copy and not an approval source in sight. Of course we all know you're supposed to write about what you know. I know about the human condition, stuff I can't believe just happened, dogs, road trips, the coordinates for all the Cold Stone Creameries, why Walmart looks more Village of the Damned than usual this morning, and so forth and so on. So I drive around, make observations, and write stuff. Yeah.
Litter Analysis
This morning Glenn and I circle the neighborhood, walking (or dog-trotting) Hank and Nixon, and when we reach our house Glenn spots litter in our yard. He snags it, and it’s a Lowe’s receipt. But here’s the thing. He doesn’t wad it up in his fist until he can toss it in the trash can.… Continue reading Litter Analysis
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