1961

Lemme tell you what happened to me at work yesterday.  The kids and teachers had all gone home for the day, and I was busy sweeping the school halls like I alwa...

At The End Of Lout’s Street

The kids at the end of Lout’s Street called it “Her Road.” It was a quiet, sad street containing a single decrepit house. Ivy and brambles had crawled across th...

Eighteen Dollar Shoes

When the fishing derby was on, you could almost walk across Lake Erie, from Port Colborne to America. Hundreds of small boats, maybe a thousand, resembled stepp...