Stories of Suspense with a Sense of Humor
When I was about seven, I was jonesing for a suede vest with fringes on it. That was kind of a big deal for me because day-to-day clothes were kind of drab in our family. Most of my shirts were hand-me-downs. I had two older brothers, and cousins up the street, and stuff got passed … Read more
In the most recent Picayune, I told the story of my car problems in Middle-of-Nowhere, Ohio and the not-so-friendly farmer who let me use his phone. It was after ten p.m. when the tow truck showed up. After some basic trouble-shooting, he dragged my car to the outskirts of Finley, where he had a shop. … Read more
I drove from Columbus, Ohio back to Michigan last week. I hadn’t made that particular trip in a long time. My first job out of college weirdly moved me to Columbus while my boss worked in Detroit. (Technically, he lived and worked in Taylor, which is downriver, the term for communities south of Detroit but … Read more
We got a cat when I was a little kid, like three going on four (me, not the cat). The cat came from Port Clinton, Ohio, so we named him PC, but it also stood for Pussy Cat, so that name worked pretty well as far as cat-names go. Being little kids, we liked to … Read more
What a difference a single Mickey Picayune makes. Two weeks ago, my brother, suffering from COPD caused by chemotherapy, and wholly dependent on cannisters of oxygen, awaited a lung transplant. Today, if all continues well, he will walk out of the hospital with the lungs of a soul who tragically died but was loving and … Read more