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…
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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,…
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…
“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…
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…
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…
“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…
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…
"Jabbering away all night," my friend Crystal had said methamphetamine does. This would be my first and essentially last experience with the powerful stimulant. Fly…