The year was 1985. The year that I turned 56…on August 16th, the day that Elvis Presley died. As the news came to me about my friends, I kept wondering…am I next? I was not obsessed or paranoid, but the thought came to me several times during that fateful year.
We lived in Jupiter. I won’t repeat the joke (more…)
Sunday, April 28, 2013
A ten year old boy, who lived down the street from us, rang our doorbell. Lucy answered the bell, and the little boy asked if he could see our dog.
About that time, Sarge, our Australian Shepherd walked into view. The boy said, “Yes, you are the guilty one. Two of them look just like you!” The boy owned a golden retriever who had just had a litter of puppies.
Later we went down to see them and all the puppies were rolling and tumbling in play, except one. (more…)
I liked the play on the word “chicken.” Very humorous!
Great piece -
What a delight to read about the very place I now live - the beautiful Western North Carolina mountains!
© 2023 Ray B. Rogers
Theme by Anders Noren — Up ↑
Recent Comments