Our Town – March 22, 2012

By admin | March 22, 2012

Dear Soupster, My wife says I bring home too many chums. But I never give her anything but coho, king and abalone. I have informed all of the 15 or 20 of my closest friends who I constantly invite over for dinner to do the same. They always comply. Yet my wife still complains. Signed,…

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Our Town – March 8, 2012

By admin | March 8, 2012

Originally Published March 6, 2003 The grocery store was packed. The Soupster had to walk sideways down the Canned Tomatoes aisle to pass the shopping carts parked on the left side and then the right. Unusual for Our Town, a long line of shoppers waited impatiently at the checkout stand. When the Soupster finally got to…

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Our Town – February 23, 2012

By admin | February 23, 2012

At the hardware store at closing time to buy a paintbrush, the Soupster said the same thing he always said when he ran into the local vampire, “Hey, Ed, drinking that fish blood still working for you?” “Fine,” said Edward, who was not hearing the question for the first time. “Hey Soupster,” he countered, “you…

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Our Town – February 9, 2012

By admin | February 9, 2012

“There is nothing like warm friends, cozy food and a good house,” thought the Soupster as he prepared to bid goodbye and step outside into the competing storm fronts buffeting Our Town from one end to the other. Leon and his brother Russell threw a great party, but the Soupster had an early date with…

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Our Town – December 1, 2011

By admin | 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…

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Our Town – November 17, 2011

By admin | November 17, 2011

“Ugh,” said Jeanne, a schoolteacher friend, as she plopped into the passenger seat of the Soupster’s car. “You hear the weather report?” she asked, as the Soupster pulled out and made for the airport. “I’ve got plenty of time,” Jeanne continued. “Oh, ugh, my keys and my tickets,” she said, rifling through her purse. “No,…

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