“Trash Can Casualties of War” – Chapter 1: No Can Left Behind It was two weeks past, on a Sunday Evening, when the forecast was calling for Wicked Winds that night and the following day – trash pickup day! We’ve all experienced at one time or another, a wicked windy trash day, cans blown over, trash blowing down the street.
Married Life…. So, three days ago, I’m working at my desk at home, when I decide to go downstairs to the kitchen and get something to eat. The house phone rings in the kitchen, and for once, it’s actually someone I want to talk to, my niece, calling me back. “Hi Uncle Chris, I have the electricians phone number you
As I do every weekend morning while down “the shore”, I headed to the boardwalk, coffee and IPad in hands…to sit under the Pavilion at 11th street to relax, read, listen to the surf. As I approached the covering, I notice an elderly man sitting on the front bench, looking out at the walkers and bicyclers going by. I would
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