Our 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…

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Our 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…

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Our 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…

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