• Dinner Date

    I put food into the dog’s bowl because it was time to feed him, and he was, pardon the expression, hounding me about it. Dancing into the room, looking at me expectantly, dashing out again. “What is it boy? Is it Timmy? Is he trapped in the well?” No. It was suppertime, doofus. So I …

  • The Difference

    I heard him moan. “S’matter, Pookie Bear?” I call him “Pookie Bear”, sometimes. Don’t tell him I mentioned this. “I can’t find the two tape measures. I know I returned them BOTH to you.” See, I have tools, and he’s permitted to use them, the only caveat being he is required to put them back …

  • Homecoming

    Strands of gold framed a face both innocent and knowing. Even the touch of makeup, designed to make her face look older, did little to mask the excited-little-girl gleam in her eye. The nervous way she bit her rouged lips betrayed her youth. Fourteen years old, dressed up like a movie queen, going to the …

  • Consistency Is Over-rated

    The place where I work boasts a cafeteria. Well, not exactly “boasts” – more like “admits to.” It’s not bad, as company cafeterias go. It offers a a wide variety of foods: from hamburgers to sloppy joes — even chili! The grill is where the action is. That’s where lines grow longest. Naturally, that’s where …