The things that last When I was a boy I used to love to watch my father work around the house on the weekends. He was always a handy sort of guy. When I was very small, he was ground crew for Eastern Airlines in Atlanta. After a massive heart attack or two rendered
The Bad Things.. Kiddo and I were out running errands yesterday. A thunderstorm came up so we stopped by a store to let it pass and to grab a few things that were on our shopping list. He has caught bits and pieces of stories from friends and family over the years that
Short Stories The Clock Ritual, he had inherited from his father. That man made a ritual out of everything he did. Driving, shopping, coming home, all the simple absent-minded things every person does, his father did mindfully.
