She Kept A Parrot

The Carolina Trumpet From my chair on the porch, I can see the trumpets.  They hang down almost to waist level as I walk the path to Boy’s house.  When we...

More Fans Everybody knows how fan palms fascinate me by their mysterious play with light. The fans are different colors depending on the light. On a cloudy day, they are subdued...

It all started on Friday morning.  Boy showed up with an itch.  To catch him some catfish.  Well, I don’t know a thing about catching a fish, period.  I remember riding...