We saw this squirrel the other night. And she’s carrying one of her kids in her mouth over a thin black power line — tree to tree, in search of better digs.
In her mouth! POWER line! Or…maybe it was … Read on Macduff...
Stories
Scramble
When I was in second grade my family moved to Holland. We lived in a town called Wassenaar and went to school in The Hague (Den Haag) – a big city about 20 minutes drive away.
Every morning, a bus … Read on Macduff...
Saturday
What’s going on?
“What do you mean?”
All these cops. Why are all these cops all over the place?
“What?”
They’ve been circling the coffee shop for the last hour.
“Hunh. Really?”
Haven’t you noticed? On motorcyles? Walking past with … Read on Macduff...
The Getaway
This weekend I dropped by to see Mr. Davis (not his real name), the ninety-four-year-old man who lives around the corner. He can’t see much, or hear much, or get around much. But he still has a bright smile. And … Read on Macduff...