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Germany is a beautiful country. I loved being there just as much as
every other time I’d been there. This time I was at Kaiserslautern,
teaching a few classes at Ramstein Air Force Base. The first business day I
was there, I reported to the Education Officer to find out where my class
was going to be and how many students I’d have. He wasn’t there, but his
aide had the answers to my questions.
Betsy and I hit it off immediately. She was a perky little
redheaded sergeant, cute and bubbly.
“You’ve got a gorgeous Brit in your class,” she sighed. “Don’t you
just love those Brits? That accent makes me just melt.”
“I know,” I laughed. “I was in Heidelberg a few months ago teaching
a class, and one of them was in my class. We dated the whole two weeks I
was there. I don’t usually date my students, but I made an exception in his
case.”
She grinned. “Well, if [ ...continue reading "Germany" ]
I first met Georgia about a year ago, when I was moving in my new
condo in West Palm Beach. She was tan, trim, big busted for a petite
lady and the divorced mother of two children. She was very out going,
with a steady stream of questions, local information, and the latest
gossip going around the complex.
Over the next few months, I became a regular visitor, dropping by
Georgia’s apartment after work and on Saturday mornings. She never
seemed to mind, and occasionally she would drop by my place if she
hadn’t seen me for a day or two. I never thought much about her,
sexually that is, as she never mentioned a boyfriend and appeared to
never date or even go out with the “girls”. She was fun to be with,
but I just figured that she would rather give her time to her children
than be hanging out in some bar or whatever. She never mentioned sex,
except to joke about never wanting [ ...continue reading "Georgia" ]
[This minor but memorable incident really happened, May '93, in Baltimore.
Well,... the nouns and the verbs are true; the adjectives and the adverbs
may or may not be. And the motivations are largely speculative. The
names have not been changed because these are my friends and none of them
needs protecting.]
NOTE: I don’t usually write in present tense, but when I replay this in my
memory, it’s *always* in present tense….
Until Next Year
As we start down the long, narrow flight of stairs, gorged on Sisson’s
excellent food and micro-brewed stout, I step up next to Gay and offer her
my arm to steady herself. The week’s nearly over and she’s obviously
running out of steam — but the fact that she’s [ ...continue reading "Gay" ]
The stars twinkled down from a crystal sky. The moon was just a
sliver, illuminating nothing but making the shadows seem deeper.
Four cars sat silent in the driveway. The windows of the house were
dark. A hush had fallen over the scene.
It was not long before the silence was broken by the whish-whish
of footsteps moving through the tall grass. Two shadows broke apart
from the others and moved to the side door of the garage. The
taller of the two fumbled in his pockets for something. There was
the jingle of keys and the door obediently swung open. The shadows
dissappeared within.
James flicked on the lights, blinding them both for a second.
When Theresa could see again she surveyed the scene. “So, this is
it?”
“Yep.” James said. “Be it ever so humble–and they don’t come
much more humble than this.”
The interior of the garage appeared to be [ ...continue reading "Garage" ]
Ken was nervous as he stood at the back of the chapel. He’d been
to other funerals, but this one would be different. The chapel
wasn’t full, but it was well filled as the soothing music ended
and Bob Fuller walked up to the casket.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bob began, using the lid of the closed
coffin as a lectern of sorts. The low murmur of conversation
ceased. “Rick McCleary asked me to say a few words here, and so
I’m speaking to you now. I knew Rick and Anne well, but not so
well as I would have liked. As most of you know, Rick knew he
was going to die more than a year ago, and many of you know that
this last year has been harder on those of us who know Rick than
it was on him. I don’t know that I’d have the strength to take
things in the calm [ ...continue reading "Funeral" ]
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