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Raking Leaves

Leaves were falling. the village was beautiful. the richness of colors, stunning. you don’t get

Uncle John

Uncle John lived a couple of doors down from us at our neighbor Bobbi Carrs

Suspicious VisitorsĀ 

Noises in the back yard. Whispering. couldn’t make it out. Last winter something broke into

Oona and Eamon

Characters Oona O’Brien fifties Eamon O’Brien fifties Place Rural Ireland. Present Day Interior of a

My Pally Motts.

“Seventh row man! for Seger! Seventh Row!” Motts couldn’t believe his luck. Thinking he’d just

The Spider and The Fly.

Friday Night. Shootin Pool. Wondering what I’ll do when I’m through tonight? The door opened.

What? Hearing Aids? Really? What?

For the longest time I would just nod my head if I wasn’t sure what

Coconut Crab Attack

I found it in the road, I didn’t know it fed on native birds and

I’d Make a Grand Candidate for Sheriffing.

About a year ago a man moved into our community from Ireland. His wife had

The Falconer

  I Can’t wait for you to meet him. Games at noon. See you Sunday.