I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.
This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
The Seventy Ninth Story
There's
a spot in town where the sidewalk is made of brick, and someone, years
ago, planted petunias. They've inched there way into all the cracks, and
now, come the right season, every year, the flowers sneak out and cover
the sidewalk.
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