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A magical thing happened every Halloween in my neighborhood – a talking jack-o’-lantern conversed with neighborhood children.
How do you create black magic in the middle of the night? Two dogs, two rabbits, a bright flashlight, a social media post, and an evil overlord.
A wink-and-a-smile charming young man, Brad was a scoundrel. A mostly true tale of Brad and his date on a sidewalk in Folly Beach, South Carolina.
Rural highways, small towns, a big funeral, and lots of crops, but no service stations in sight and I was running on empty.
in this age of acute political correctness, imagine my horror when I discovered I was not preparing a culturally appropriate dinner party menu.
I treasure the pre-dawn quiet to slowly awaken, savor the peace and quiet, and avoid a chaotic morning – unlike yesterday.
The simplest explanation why we are leaving Maggie Valley and moving to Murrells Inlet is a change of scenery. The complete truth is more complex.
This is not a literary masterpiece. It’s a crappy little short story. A tale of rainy weather, dog walking, and the necessary output from those efforts.
The heroic rescue of the boys in Thailand sparked the memory of my own spelunking experience which included a cave entrapment of the minor kind.
The danger for dogs in hot cars on summer days is real. But grasping the hot reality of exactly what is dangerous can be quite challenging for some.