Vanished hope

Ferris wheel

The gaudily painted gondolas stopped at the Ferris wheel’s apex. From this vantage point, he could see the Fair tents and other carnival rides spreading out across the normally vacant hayfield. He rode in the only purple car, choosing it because it was her favorite color. A tiny, blue velvet jewelry box was cradled in […]

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Teenage angst revisited: circa 1978

This past weekend my family held a yard sale, our first in several years. After the first hectic hour, I remembered why I prefer to simply donate items to our local Goodwill and church charities. Sketchy people show up at yard sales, and now they all know where I live… Other than the handful of […]

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