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Our Town – May 2023
The Soupster questions his sanity.
Read MoreOur Town – August 27, 2020
The Soupster recalls an earlier incarnation of Our Town – with tourist crowds & haikus.
Read MoreOur Town – December 19, 2019
The Soupster and his companion regard a woman.
Read MoreOur Town – September 6, 2018
Stylish gal has the Soupster seeing triple.
Read MoreOur Town – May 31, 2018
The Soupster is called out on his talkativeness & put to the test.
Read MoreOur Town – September 10, 2015
The Soupster observes unsustainable drought measures.
Read MoreOur Town – June 5, 2014
The Soupster makes a new friend in an usual way.
Read MoreOur Town – July 12, 2012
Carrie told the Soupster he talked too much and her criticism stung. The Soupster knew he could go on and on – maybe a tiny, little bit? — but he didn’t know his friend had been suffering. And for “quite a while,” no less. “I bet you can’t keep your conversation to a minimum even for one…
Read MoreOur Town – July 28, 2011
It seemed like slow motion to the Soupster watching Red bearing right down on him, then the larger man knocked the Soupster to the ground.
“Whoa, sorry there,” Red said. “I’m running on all gears like a headless chicken.”
“Summer is the busy time in Our Town,” the Soupster commiserated. “Why else would Alaskans take their vacations in the winter?”
Red nodded. “I work May through September and take the rest of the year off,” he said.
Read MoreOur Town – August 12, 2010
As the Soupster walked past the base of the O’Connell Bridge, he heard the low rumble of a cruise ship’s small boat, lightering passengers ashore. The first off the boat – a tall, raven-haired young woman — was so striking the Soupster couldn’t help but notice her. Her attire was as striking as her looks…
Read MoreOur Town – 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,”…
Read MoreOur Town – June 17, 2010
Originally Published June 13, 2002 The cruise ship throngs were only recently gone when the Soupster stepped in to the art gallery to see if Gwendoline has survived the latest human deluge. “I’ll be with you in a minute,” said a voice from the back room. Although the voice sounded like Gwen’s, its timber contained…
Read MoreOur Town – November 19, 2009
Crouching from the driving wind and rain, the Soupster had to peer between a nearly solid wall of advertising flyers (for fairs, concerts and meetings) covering the door and window to see if the shop was still open. Good, the light was on and the Soupster could see another customer in the aisle. Father Time…
Read MoreOur Town – October 8, 2009
The Soupster plopped onto the bench outside Harrigan Centennial Hall Building to rest his aching dogs (feet), swelling inside his normally spacious clogs. Combating Global Warming by walking more helped his heart and reduced his carbon footprint, the Soupster thought, but it seemed to be increasing his regular footprint. A man and two women spilled…
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