The Editor’s Desk
Below our small plane, snow blanketed Kodiak Island. We’d fished these waters in rain, but never snow. “Do the kings know it’s time to run?”
The writer’s group, seated around the table, listened to the soprano sing her story.
We stood at the top of the cliff where,
during the battle,
Okinawans had been forced to
jump to their deaths
As I neared home, the Golden Arches lit the sky. Wouldn’t hot chocolate taste good before I turned in for the night?
Cousin Minnie Pearl, the undisputed queen of country comedy, wore her usual floral, flour sack dress and her famous straw hat with the dangling $1.98 price tag.
The ticket window faced the street, with a set of double green doors on either side.
The pin was two black cats sitting back to back with their tails entwined
There were at least five of us over a fifteen to twenty year period drawn into her service by the lure of a dime.