Stories of Suspense with a Sense of Humor
Fulton Avenue in Cleveland runs along the top of the hill overlooking the valley carved by Old Man Creek. There’s a fence in the brush at the top of that hill, and my father found a hole in that fence. I don’t remember how he found it, or if he heard about it from some … Read more
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
