The birds sing As I sit in stagnant heat Hands on still oars, And the lake mirrors the sky So ... [+]
The birds sing As I sit in stagnant heat Hands on still oars, And the lake mirrors the sky So ... [+]
It was 1962, Wichita, Kansas. My Dad surveyed the front yard—a very big front yard, a grim look on his face. "Weeds," he pronounced sullenly, as if our front yard had become the equivalent of ... [+]
Some Bright Spark tells Crazy James the dog will make his fortune. Says the mutt can smell buried treasure like a pig snuffling out truffles. Of course, James doesn't know the first thing about ... [+]