“I hope y’all get parvo,” Rambo said, completely defeating the purpose of the contraction by making y’all two syllables. Why couldn’t Pa understand. He luv’d Jewely. Yesterday when he’d whistled and yelled “Hey hottie,” she’d actually crossed to his side of the road. That’s when he knew she was the one for him. Her […]

  We were having coffee on the porch when the first beat up truck arrived across the street.  The screens in the sun room windows blur the view to the interior while allowing us to peek out uninhibited.  We can be the nibby neighbors without the telltale lift of blinds or pulled curtain. The truck […]