I actually used this story inside of one of my books. You see, sometimes life stories can be translated into a scene […]

I loved to wash the car. I don’t know why, maybe my dad conditioned me to think that the job was fun. […]

This was about 1966. I remember we lived in a two-bedroom house in the suburbs in Flint, Michigan. It was the first […]

I’m going to switch up my stories a bit and pull a few random events that occurred when I was young. Still […]

This story was mostly relayed to me from my mother who had heard the story from one of the other neighbors. She […]

We have arrived at part 3 of this magnificent story about our war with the neighbors. I need to set the stage […]

Our mailbox and the neighbor’s mail box were the kind that look like aluminum domes mounted to a pole near the end […]

This is a 4 part series of events that occurred when I was in Junior High. This is a true story, making […]