Our Town – April 21, 2011

By soupster | April 21, 2011

The Soupster mistook for a friend the stranger to Our Town he saw occupying a bench above the harbor. “You look just like him,” the Soupster apologized, when he got closer. “This guy you look like has lived in Our Town forever.” “I’m Richard Labb,” said the stranger, shaking the Soupster’s hand. “Visiting, er, Your…

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Our Town – November 18, 2010

By soupster | November 18, 2010

Greta, aged two, drooled onto the sitting Soupster’s left calf as she clung to him. Across the tidy living room of his friend’s house, Brandon-the-pre-teen regarded the Soupster with a suspicious boredom.

“Nice of you all to invite me for Thanksgiving,” the Soupster told Brandon, who grunted.

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Our Town – July 15, 2010

By soupster | July 15, 2010

A strong sun shone on the well-named Clement Climes, who was sitting on a folding chair scarfing a Hellfire Halibut Spicy Skewer at Santa’s Seafood Truck downtown. The Soupster noticed the pepper-induced sweat dripping off Clem’s brow. “I prefer the Sweetly Rubbed Salmon,” the Soupster said to his co-diner, simultaneously ordering the Rub. “Paradise today,”…

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Our Town – March 25, 2010

By soupster | March 25, 2010

(Originally published March 22, 2007) “Two hundred and forty-seven eggs, wreck `em,’” the waitress called to the short-order cook in the Soupster’s dream about Spring. In his dream about Spring, the Soupster sat at a breakfast counter that hadn’t existed in Our Town for years. Two large dark-haired men sat on either side of him.…

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Our Town – December 17, 2009

By soupster | December 17, 2009

Let It Rain (Sung to the Tune of “Let It Snow”) Oh, the weather is very snotty. It belongs right in the potty. We’ve no need to complain. Let it rain, Let it rain, Let it rain. Oh, the Yule is oft pictured frigid, But we mustn’, get too rigid. It’s not so much of…

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