Archive | August, 2013


8/26/13 Carol Lee Pankey leans over to me, see we’re both trapped in grade school at the time, she’s beautiful, I’m not, and she says something like  “Someone’s had garlic for supper”. Now, I’m confused, why she’s even looking in my direction anyway, startles me like a gazelle on a plain and I’m not even […]

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Fair Time

We were all busboys in my Father’s restaurant back in the early 60’s; Pop considered my rapidly dwindling supply of school friends to be his pool of cheap labor and constantly urged me to lure more of them, unsuspecting, into the fold. He couldn’t understand why no one stayed; the Halloween like attire of white […]

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