My Good Boy, Grumpy.

            Yes, he really did walk around, sometimes, with his rope over his back or head.  He would bring it to you like that when it was time to play. That was my Grumpy. I delayed writing this for over a month. Losing my pal, Grumpy, pictured above, is one of the hardest times of... Continue Reading →

“One February Night.”

            I learned a great deal in my few years in the Louisville Fire Department. One of the first and best and hardest lessons was that, unlike my father, I was not cut out to be a firefighter. I was shy, reticent, and mostly unconscious about what I wanted out of life.  That’s quite common... Continue Reading →

Rest in Peace, Carlita C. Canfield.

            Where did you go?  You’re in the ground, now, I suppose, but it doesn’t feel real.  How can you be dead? You were always so alive, so vital, like a flame, though you never burned me. I basked in your warmth, and I feel it still, though you are gone.             You didn’t want... Continue Reading →

Relevant Fairies?

Do fairies translate to the techno, postmodern world? M.J. Downing First of all, I’m looking or comments on this subject.  So, please give this a thought, especially in light of the last story I posted, “An Eye to See.” Halloween stories need  a source of threat. I chose fairies, this time, because I don’t see... Continue Reading →

Why not Henry Cavill as Sherlock Holmes?

M.J. Downing.             With the recent release of a “coming attractions” Netflix ad, folks will see that Enola Holmes 2 is on its way in ’22.  Furthermore, “Screen rant” suggests that Henry Cavill’s reprise of the Sherlock role will be more involved in the second view. In my view, I say, why not Cavill? Since... Continue Reading →

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