A Quirky Old Man

It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant, orange ball sliding into the blue ocean. Ed strolls along the beach to his favorite pier,  Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp.  Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he has the world – devoid of fear and death – to himself.  The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now. Everybody’s gone, except for a few joggers along the beach.  Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with this thoughts…and his Read More

Restored

My husband bought an old, dilapidated hoosier.  When Burt brought it home, I raised my eyebrows in wonderment.   The wood looked like it had been starved of oil for a half century, the latches sported deep-seated rust, and the work surface displayed dents, pits and more rust.  A pathetic example of what was formerly a farm woman’s pride and joy as well as the essential cupboard in her kitchen.  “What was he thinking?”  “I’m going to restore it good as new, ” Burt announced.  “Well, I hope,” he muttered under his breath. I looked at him and gave him a Read More