Thanksgiving in Toomsboro
I’ve written about my paternal grandfather (not to be confused with my infamous step-grandfather) before. Pop Pop Boone was a master storyteller with incredibly bad judgment and questionable character. Not [...]
Tag Archives: storytelling
tonight’s reading assignment
So completely had Johnson cut himself off from his family and friends that Brevard police would search for five days for someone to claim his body. Well-observed details make Steve [...]
my sister’s rehearsal dinner
(a rambling anecdote, of no real purpose) When my sister married the rich guy, families from opposite ends of the good fortune chain uncomfortably merged. His was born into inheritance; [...]
