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It just so happened that after Goldstein had been hired for the job, which he accidentally stumbled into this way. Lucas, the fisheries' Senior Hiring Agent at the time, thought heck with it, he had better give this poor man a job. He would have to fake it and act sincere. This fellow...

They were still close friends, Kimberly and Eileen. It just so happened that their husbands passed away in the same week. Eileen, bent on the unknown, began her long journey with seers, Ouija boards, and mediums which, for a small upfront fee...

For a minute there was complete silence in this old two story home located in the German Village neighborhood of Columbus, a very awkward quietness only broken sporadically by the noise of an occasional passing vehicle on the street. The sober atmosphere from having just returned from the gravesite funeral service at Green Lawn Cemetery was still clouded ...

It started to rain at around eight-thirty in the evening and with it came strong winds that so often deceives the common misperceptions of Little Rock having only mild winters. Kiplinger magazine named it as the number one place to live among metropolitan areas under one million people in July of 2013. But not for Pratt. Nearly

The heavily cultivated fields along Oregon Route 22 which connected West Salem from across the Willamette River sank near the Cascade Mountains that bordered on a dark forest. It intertwined with the camas root, the cherries and the secret DEA sponsored marijuana farm near Marion Street and the Center Street bridge. A narrow footpath cleared by a Vietnam-era ...

He stepped into the SEPTA's Trenton Line local train heading for Philadelphia with the strong odor of cheap whiskey on his very being. As he stumbled about, his stumbling was not that of the average goldbricker. He carried a bundle, like most other homeless people did, but in a proud way. It was his intention of fleeing from New Jersey that first caught my attention. He...

Paula was an uneducated woman only because she was illiterate. She didn't even know how to write her own name. Paula's husband, was an important person in the Mandan Native American tribe. Although he once was also a simpleton, but fifty-seven years of right living in Bismarck changed all of that. Not only did Saint Mary's Grade School taught him how to ...

Whenever I'm eating my chicken nuggets I count them one at a time. I lie to myself like I do to everyone else that I've had better days. I pat myself on the shoulders, gently, of course, because I'm still off on approved State Workers' Compensation from my State job with the Griffin Graham Correctional Institution as a Law Librarian. My old body is breaking down on me ...

Visitors love Elkhorn Creek for its seventeen miles of natural beauty and also for its great fishing. Paddlers find it perfect for canoeing and kayaking. Yet the main stem of the creek is not suitable for johnboats. Crayfish and Eastern Box Turtles are kings of this creek. Ruins of the Steadmantown Paper Mill which printed money for the Confederate government during the U.S. Civil War...

Mildred Harris glanced out of the front living room window of their old Fox Farm home. The outlook was cold and dreary. The elevation in this part of Cheyenne was around 6,062 feet. All the nearby mountains, fields, and forests laid completely naked against the purity of the recent snowfall. She couldn't even see her closest neighbors' house anymore because of the ...

I knew darn well about wild apples twice even before I had tasted any. The very first time was when in our Sunday school class at the First Presbyterian Church located on 16 Leon Sullivan Way when we all talked after class about having an apple pie fundraising event to purchase updated Hymnals. My dear old dad just hunched his shoulders and chuckled without making ...

The Cooper's hawk easily flew to the top of the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains situated just outside Atlanta and then climbed in clockwise circles to the awaiting puffy clouds. When their breaths of wind passed under his outstretched wings,

The day's scheduled work goals were finally accomplished and all went well. I felt confident that we would meet old man Stoppel's deadline completely. Sparrow Hospital had received approval to build a $2.5 million dollar helipad at their downtown Lansing hospital. This new addition was expected to greatly increase helicoptered patient transport to their older medical facility...

Hartford, in February 2016. Winter. Lots of snow on this New England Rising Star's ground, a bit less by the frozen Connecticut River, except for the occasional drifts piling up against the small Amish communities' barns and wooden fences. It had to be...

Old Rod Hubbard listened greedily for the distinct rotor engine noise of the promised just called in on his flip cellphone rescue helicopter from the Montana National Guard's 1/189th Aviation Battalion through their 24/7 Joint Operational Center located in the nearby Fort William Henry Harrison next to Helena to no avail. Though he was diagnosed by the Veterans Affairs as legally blind...

It wasn't until April 1, 2016 that I physically arrived back stateside from the Iraq War. After being honorably discharged a few days later at Fort Riley, Kansas, I caught a Greyhound bus ride and headed back to my hometown of Topeka. I quickly found out...

Mr. James D. Doty closed and locked his front door on his condo behind him before skipping down the front steps into the bright September morning, with a strong feeling that all was well in the world. He knew that he had no doubt chose the perfect tie which matched this perfect sunny day and, after all, wasn't this old planet such a beautiful place to live? In spite of ...

Thirty-seven months later since the April 15, 2013 bombings at the Boston Marathon I still walked with a slight limp on my left ankle. When I finally turned twenty-two last month my share of my father's insurance trust fund located on the third floor of the Prudential Center building now paid me sixteen thousand dollars net every thirty calendar days for the rest of my life. So I ...

Please, God, let Frank Snyder, call me now on my smartphone. Please. He promised me after our Chabad-Lubavitch synagogue service this past Saturday that he would take me out for the Price Chopper annual Fourth of July fireworks show at the Empire State Plaza. So here it is, God, Monday, the Fourth of July at twelve thirty four noon and he still hasn't called me ...

The Raa Middle School that I went to in Tallahassee carried out its magnet school's tradition around this time each year during the eighth grade graduation ceremony. The prize? A beautiful blue and gold jacket, our public school's colors, was awarded to the...