Crazy Theories
Our Town – August 27, 2015
The Soupster hears confessions from a lover of Our Town.
Read MoreOur Town – October 9, 2014
The Soupster does monkey business.
Read MoreOur Town – August 28, 2014
The Soupster participates in an annual ritual.
Read MoreOur Town – July 17, 2014
The Soupster ponders the fate of aquatic plants.
Read MoreOur Town – May 8, 2014
The Soupster copes with unpleasant memories.
Read MoreOur Town – March 13, 2014
The Soupster hears about the powers of the mind.
Read MoreOur Town – May 9, 2013
The Soupster discovers sometimes you already have just what you need.
Read MoreOur Town – March 14, 2013
The Soupster shouldn’t believe everything he reads.
Read MoreOur Town – February 14, 2013
The Soupster tries to peddle a fishy additive for coffee
Read MoreOur Town – September 6, 2012
The Soupster and his friend Greta sat face-to-face on two hemlock stumps, chomping on jars of her latest batch of smoked sockeye and shooting the breeze. “So you didn’t vote in the primary,” Greta said accusingly. “I forgot,” sighed a sheepish Soupster. He chewed his fish silently. “It’s sometimes hard to remember that politics matters.”…
Read MoreOur Town – August 9, 2012
“I love this `Coast Guard Alaska’ show,” Zach said, sprawling in the magnificence of his basement man-cave. The Soupster generally avoided subterranean structures of any kind, but he had to admit Zach’s man-digs were powerfully comfy. Heavily stuffed chairs and a still more heavily stuffed couch. A wet bar, a microwave and a big stocked…
Read MoreOur Town – May 31, 2012
A seagull plunked a white gift on the dock railing near where the Soupster rested his arm – a near miss. “If humans could take a cue from the seabirds and be that casual about our process of elimination…” the Soupster thought out loud. “Then there would be no “American Idol” or “Survivor,” said Sarah,…
Read MoreOur Town – May 3, 2012
“Coffee delivery,” the Soupster announced, as he approached the four men sitting and standing outside Giant Gene’s auto shop. Indeed, he carried a cardboard holder with four paper cups. “You’re a good man,” Giant Gene told the Soupster, taking the holder and distributing the cups. Charlie, also called Red, raised his in salute. Billy, called…
Read MoreOur Town – December 1, 2011
Bookselling by phone is hard, but the Soupster kept his 3 Down to the grindstone. After a few of the tougher calls to reluctant customers in regions far away, the Soupster rewarded himself by calling one of the villages near Our Town. He loved the familiar way everyone spoke. And to 26 Down that, he was dialing his phone just now. The…
Read MoreOur Town – October 20, 2011
Originally published November 6, 2003 “I was saved, Soupster, but by which I do not know,” said Charles, a former college professor who now drank a lot of coffee. He had four tiny espresso cups arranged in front of him, two of them empty. The Soupster looked around. Besides the barrista, washing mugs out of…
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