Stories of Suspense with a Sense of Humor
Grade schoolers are malleable. In fourth grade, the music teach put anyone interested in band through an assessment to determine what instrument they should play. Most of the girls were told to play flute, while most of the boys were told to play trombone. Mr. Duck, the band director, said it was because of our … Read more
The other day I helped my son move into a house here in Lansing. Directly across the street, there was a fire in the front yard. It was past eight o’clock in the evening and pretty damn cold out. I came outside to grab more stuff out of the car and paused to admire the … Read more
When I was in high scholl, once both my brothers had moved out to college and beyond, my father wanted to save money in the winter and closed off our attic bedroom. I slept on the pull-out couch in the “TV” room, which was next to my parents’ bedroom. The house was a two-bedroom bungalow … Read more
Last Picayune, I told the story of how my father put me, a 12-year old kid, up for a fight with a couple of bullies. When I looked it over the next day, it seemed a little harsh. I should have added that he didn’t do anything to taunt me or embarrass me after that … Read more
