Our Town – April 19, 2012

“Morning, Sunshine!” I greet the Soupster as he slides into the passenger seat. “Uh-huh,” he replies groggily. Accepting my offer of liquid incentive, he adds, “Quad shot creamy, dreamy choco-caffeine delight, my favorite. Thanks.” The Soupster adjusts his sunglasses to the morning sun. At 8am on this Saturday it’s the offer of my gardening genius and…

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Our Town – September 8, 2011

Working furiously on muddy knees and wielding hand spades, the Soupster and his newish friend Stephanie had already dug up quite a pile of potatoes. They felt the satisfaction gardeners feel when they are getting closer to the eating part of the equation. “Alfredo sauce,” said the Soupster, “and deer burger and peas and these…

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Our Town – June 3, 2010

Neighbor Tom and I strolled down Main Street in one of those constant sunbeams that sometimes envelops Our Town. “What a day, Soupster!” “Yes, indeed, Tom, it is special.” “Soupster, have you noticed Our Town seems to be in a growing epidemic?” “What, Tom? Epidemic? Are you saying we are diseased?” “No, Soupster, not that…

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