The Letter in My Sock Drawer
The letter had been in my sock drawer so long that the folds had gone soft as cloth. I found it again on a Thursday… Read more
The Christmas My Street Trimmed My Tree
I sat at the end of my own driveway on the fourteenth of December with the heater running and the church bulletin still folded in… Read more
The Flag Man of Platte County
It was nine degrees at Lester Hoefs’s grave, and the wind coming across the cornstubble went straight through my dress coat and out the other… Read more
The Man Who Drove Cody to Practice
The first time Wendell Voyles pulled into my gravel drive, I was standing at the kitchen sink in my robe at nine o’clock on a… Read more
The Truck Under the Blue Tarp
On the last Saturday in April, my son-in-law stood in the gravel at the bottom of my porch steps, turned his cap around in both… Read more
The Envelope I Carried Every Friday
The drive-through lane at Crawford County State Bank holds three cars, and on Friday afternoons around ten after four I am usually the third one…. Read more