All those years in Boonville I pined for the excitement of the April storms in these here Kentuckiana hills. It's an annual reenactment of the civil war, confederate flags flapping in the balmy breath from…
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When my teenage son and I bounced from Boonville in the middle of January we were merely embarking on a visiting mission — a vacation, so far as we knew. For that reason we packed…
Thursday they were predicting near-record heat for the region, and the outdoor temperature at seven in the morning was a balmy 54°, the southewestern breeze sending the stars and stripes flapping to the northeast. The…
“What's the matter with you?” they keep asking. “Why on earth would you come to Indiana from California in the middle of the winter?” The beer is cheaper, I tell them. The beer's cheaper, but…
The open road was a welcome break from virtual confinement at Wayne’s austere ranch. The three of us followed the crowned gravel and clay contouring for the better part of another winter’s day, finally reaching…
When are you leaving? they been asking me for months now. Oh, about a week, I've been saying for months. Last Saturday morning I sat having coffee at Mosswood Market when it finally became farewell.…
“Kiss me,” she said. Fly and I both sat bolt upright and gazed perplexed into one another's eyes with the aid of the scant green light afforded by the digits on the dashboard. Since the…
The cabin was clearly occupied. Smoke snaked from the double-walled, galvanized, chimney pipe. A lamp burned, illuminating the solarium. The German Shepherd pup bounded like a deer and wagged his tail, revealing nuts that had…