Our Town
Our Town – June 18, 2009
For two weeks, the sun shone from early, early morn to long past when it had any right to still be up at all. Two solid weeks of sun. Our Town melted and oozed toward Solstice. Throughout the spate of sun, general sprucing had ensued: wall colors brightened with paint, unruly lawns subdued by blades,…
Read MoreOur Town – June 4, 2009
Guy had worked the order counter at the lumberyard for the past 20 years, after spending an equal amount of time working out in the field. Examples of his handiwork stood all over Our Town. And stand they did – even after decades of salt-encrusted gales, Guy’s decks, fences, sheds and garages stood strong while…
Read MoreOur Town – May 21, 2009
The Soupster rode shotgun alongside his buddy Dorothy, who drove her ancient pickup west down Sawmill Creek Road into Our Town. A satisfying lunch shared earlier at Dotty’s abode had lulled them both. Dot’s four new summertime tires (no studs!) carried the two friends smoothly down the roadway. The Soupster glanced out at the alders…
Read MoreOur Town – May 7, 2009
Drunk on sunshine and happily munching a donut, the Soupster staggered down to a rocky beach near the end of the road. For the first time this year — in homage to the growing warmth and light — the Soupster had tossed his winter coat to the back of the closet and donned a fleece…
Read MoreOur Town – April 23, 2009
Originally Published February 14, 2008 Proposed Bumber Stickers for Sitka
Read MoreOur Town – April 9, 2009
Having escaped fires, snakes and sharks down under, the Soupster was glad to be heading home. After scanning the plane for familiar faces, she found her seat and settled back to enjoy the last leg of her long journey. The plane was de-iced, and took off into the night sky. “Have a look at this,”…
Read MoreOur Town – March 26, 2009
“Know what I’ve noticed?” asked the Soupster as, across the restaurant table, his friend Gina crammed her face into a Chipotle chicken wrap. “There aren’t any power couples in Our Town.” “Chowper Rusples?” Gina seemed to say, as a dollop of Chipotle slipped from her lip. The Soupster handed Gina his napkin. “You know, power…
Read MoreOur Town – March 12, 2009
The package delivery truck pulled away from Soup House and the Soupster cradled the box he had just received. He tried to sneak his package indoors, but was confronted by his nosy neighbor, who always came outside when a truck stopped anywhere near. ” It’s a Snuggie,” the Soupster admitted to Chesley, who had been…
Read MoreOur Town – February 26, 2009
Originally published July 25, 2002 The dog, a dark brown Labrador retriever, looked as dignified as any dog ever has while sitting in the driver’s seat of a car and the Soupster said so out loud. “Thanks,” the dog called half-absently, resting its paws on the sheepskin covered steering wheel of the blue and grey…
Read MoreOur Town – February 12, 2009
Great big men holding tiny little dogs seemed more common in Our Town, the Soupster mused as he encountered his friend Arlen with his dog outside the restaurant. Max, the miniature mutt in question, lifted his wee head and bared his tiny teeth as though the Soupster was treading on controversial territory just by looking…
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