Foreign Countries
Our Town – December 16, 2021
The Soupster makes (or invents?) a friend.
Read MoreOur Town – March 11, 2021
The Soupster has a candid conversation.
Read MoreOur Town – September 6, 2018
Stylish gal has the Soupster seeing triple.
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 – October 7, 2010
“Hi, neighbor Joan. How is life treating you?” “Soupster, I am fine but it is that time of year again.” “What time is that?” “Haven’t you ever noticed; when the rain gets serious and the light begins to fade many of the folks in Our Town start speaking gibberish.” “What are you talking about? A…
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 – May 20, 2010
“We always meet in the middle,” Jan-Erik told the Soupster, as the two waited at the soda fountain for milk shakes. “That’s the secret to my marriage. Me and Dolly, always in the middle.” “You two do seem happy,” the Soupster conceded. “Well, don’t say that like it is a foul thing,” laughed Jan-Erik. A…
Read MoreOur Town – April 22, 2010
“De Spring has sprung,” the Soupster sang, as he strolled downtown in the sunshine. “De grass is Riz.” “I wonder where dem boidies is?” he continued to warble. “De little boid is on de wing.Ain’t dat upsoid? De little wing is on de boid!” The Soupster chuckled to himself, but heard ahead of him in the…
Read MoreOur Town – February 11, 2010
“I like living in Our Town,” said the Knik Canuck — who previously hailed from Vancouver and Anchorage. “I like it plenty – A to Zed.” He and the Soupster had met up on Lincoln Street earlier and strolled together, heading east. “Zed?” said an incredulous Soupster. “Don’t you mean zee? A to Zee?” “You say toe-may-toe and…
Read MoreOur Town – September 10, 2009
The Soupster snapped his fingers. “The Canuck will know,” he said out loud, although he stood alone in his kitchen late one evening. “The Knik Canuck will know!” The Soupster stepped over to the phone and dialed his south-of-the-Alaska border buddy. The Knik Canuck had moved to Our Town from Vancouver, B.C. via Anchorage and…
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