humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
Transition
We played baseball every waking daylight hour all year long with an occasional drift into football in the fall. I hated meal time because I had to “come in” to eat where I gobbled my food as fast as I could to hasten my return to the ball field off Rampart Street. From ages 7 to 12, baseball was my life.
By Armond Blackwater5 years ago in Humans
Res Life
Our first residence was a crappy little pale blue trailer on the Red Cliff Reservation near Bayfield on the banks of Gitche Gumee. I immediately made friends with other Indian kids my age. They were really cool people, human beings as they referred to themselves. We played on the shores of the big water, occasionally dipping ourselves to cool off in the 38 degree lake. When I left Louisiana the temperature was 95 every day with 90% humidity. The Mississippi River hovered around 88 degrees. In Red Cliff if the temperature reached 80 everybody started complaining about the excessive heat. To me it felt great and relatively cool. To them it was torturously hot, hence the need to immerse in the frigid lake.
By Armond Blackwater5 years ago in Humans
The Word
The phone rang. Inori answered, “Hello?” “Hey kid,” a mysterious voice spoke, “It’s time.” Inori hung up. He gulped, and opened the little black book on the desk. There was a name: Ben King. Beside the name was a number in red: $20,000. Of course, there was also the word.
By Casper Tales5 years ago in Humans
New School
My new school was called Central Junior High. It was located at Belknap Street and Cumming Avenue. It would be a few months before I got the joke about the name of the avenue. Even though I’d played strip clubs in Fat City, I was still terribly naïve. I still thought that head was a body part that sat on the shoulders. And that dick was a nickname for Richard.
By Armond Blackwater5 years ago in Humans
The Unburied
The other day a guy named Dave stopped by our place in Kimberly, Idaho with a real fancy metal detector. He said he had noticed that our place was probably at least a hundred years old and had a good chunk of property with it, so he wondered if I would mind him looking around. I said it was okay with me, but I wanted to accompany him on his search and we should split anything that might be of value. He agreed, so off we went into the pasture.
By Dan Tompsett5 years ago in Humans
Recipe For Me
You know those questions that you get in interviews and other occasions that people are bound to ask “So tell us a bit about yourself” You know that question that you politely have rehearsed in your head, starting with Well I…. (insert family, hobbies polite banter here)
By Robin M. Nelson 5 years ago in Humans
Sunset Hill Community Meeting
Sunset Hill Community Meeting History: The Sunset Hill Community has been experiencing an issue with water damage due to lack of storm drains or proper infrastructure. The water funnels in from the street and runs through the backyards on the street, flooding garages, basements, yards, and driveways. There have been several complaints made in recent years, however, the City of Liberty has explained that they will not address the issue. The neighbors of the community have now been forced into a meeting to discuss next steps.
By Abigail Freeman 5 years ago in Humans
Sweetgum Wars
I have not Googled to find out the range of the native Sweetgum tree in the United States, but I suspect it is generally restricted to the South. Up north they have snowball fights; out West they chunk dirt clods and in California they sign petitions, I suppose. Here in the Southeast all it takes is rubber tubing and a mess of sweetgum balls for fierce childhood wars to be fought all summer long.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Humans
A Matter of Timing
I was setting up a spring seed display in my store the other day when Mrs. Viola Hassendoodle stormed in and knocked the whole display down in her haste to scold me. This is not unusual, as Viola Hassendoodle is something of a bull in a china shop at her best. It is no secret that she and I have been at odds since I moved to Greater Metropolitan Roopville and she certainly was open about it this time.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Humans
Fraud
“So, like, that’s it? That’s all you have to do?” “Dude. Eric. How many times do I have to explain it, bro? It’s so simple,” Nick pompously explained as he finished the last bite of his fourth California roll of the day, each of which had been individually delivered via Postmates.
By Jake Leonard5 years ago in Humans
