Holidays
Our Town – December 16, 2010
Marty the Tide Pool, Was a horizontal guy. With a mussel nose and a kelpish smile, and a gumboot for an eye.
Read MoreOur Town – December 2, 2010
“Nochoy gorshok!”* the Soupster heard a man’s excited voice on the other side of the stout door saying. “Pazhalusta!”** Then came short, sharp knocks.
The Soupster looked around in a panic. Where was he?
Read MoreOur Town – 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.
Read MoreOur Town – October 21, 2010
“Lon Struckhausen, that’s the silliest thing I’ve heard this week!” roared the Soupster.
“I know it sounds crazy, but my sweet Laura loves her little Schnitzel like he was her baby,” said Lon, picking up the receiver on his early touch-tone avocado-colored kitchen wall phone, while the Soupster sat at the kitchen table.
Read MoreOur Town – 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…
Read MoreOur Town – August 13, 2009
Originally published October 5, 2000 “I hate October! It rains all the time with big wet drops!” wailed the pre-schooler, balanced on the Soupster’s knee. “I WISH THERE WAS NO OCTOBER EVER AND EVER MORE!” “Don’t say that,” hushed the Soupster. “If October went away, you would be very sad.” “No, I wouldn’t!” protested the…
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