[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]I[/su_dropcap] was still contemplating the implications of Albert and Susannah in Biloxi, when Shaherazade, in her typical cyclonic way, changed course. “Did Harlan tell you where he got Uncle Charlie’s bones?” “Not exactly,” I told her. I realized then that Harlan had managed not to tell me anything specific about any of …
Guest Post by Shaherazade Budreau [su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]J[/su_dropcap]ust as I finished typing up my last entry to Susie’s blog, she showed up on her bicycle looking like she had just completed some kind of marathon. Her face was all red. I don’t mean just a little pink. I mean red. The way only …
Guest post by Shaherazade Budreau [su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]T[/su_dropcap]his morning, I saw Faith sitting out on the porch in front of the Wilbur County Feed & Seed. She had a cane standing between her legs and was resting her hands on top of it. She was wearing a cap and sunglasses. “You mind if …
[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]I[/su_dropcap] pedaled my bike out to the McCoy spread this morning. Big mistake. Morning was a pleasant sojourn, but the return ride in the hot afternoon sun turned out to be a killer. The lessons Susie learned from this experimental outing: take a bottle of water (duh); if you are out of …
[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]I[/su_dropcap] keep thinking about those uniformed men at the park back in May, and on my trip to Joseph, and stories I hear around town about military-type excersizes out in the desert. I was chatting with Donnie Wicker just the other day, down at the Germaine Cafe, when he mentioned seeing a …
