Stories of Suspense with a Sense of Humor
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
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
The men’s basketball coach at my alma mater lost his shit a few days ago at the end of the game. If you follow American sports at all, you’d at least have seen or heard a headline about Coach Howard smacking the opposing team’s assistant coach upside the head, triggering a brief melee. For the … Read more
My childhood was fine; I have little reason to complain: my parents were together and did their best for us, we felt loved, safe and secure. But there are some bad memories of dumb stuff I did that haunt me. I suppose some people can just shrug the dumb stuff off, and maybe that’s what … Read more