'Man, all I want is to eat a Mud Pie Mojo at the Cold Stone Creamery on North Marion Street. I'd give my other damn leg just to get back there.' 'You'll get there. Give it time.' 'Easy for you to say.' 'Never said it would be easy.' Rachel felt the scar tissue and the … Continue reading MUD PIE MOJO
Herbert let the final customer out, a lady all the way from Missouri who bought a purple coat. He closed the store for the last time. He had expected more ceremony. Only one journalist had come to bear witness. Since Ancient Greece there had been shops - physical places with goods to sell. 5th Avenue, … Continue reading THE LAST SHOP
Having been named after the 32nd and 26th Presidents of the United States of America, Franklin Theodore McDairmid had not lived up to his father’s expectations. Only his father called him Franklin, his mother and grandparents always called him Frank, at school he was Frankie, at college Frankie T. or Frankie T. McD, around the … Continue reading AMERICAN BLUES
