On the Long Ride Home By Steve Carr This is the time of the year when many of us consider all for which we’re grateful. There is of course the usual list, including shelter, food, work, health (which
Halloweens of Yore By Steve Carr Halloween, a generation ago—okay, two generations ago—was more about a license for mischief than it was plastic masks and bite-sized candy bars. Somehow (and everyone understood this), pranks that would be criminal
Straight from the Chiller Channel By Steve Carr I’m a bit of a Renaissance man. I forsook fishing to spend a delightful Idaho September weekend visiting a haunted hotel museum in Soda Springs and then viewing and contemplating
Or Nothing at All? By Steve Carr A wise friend told me my columns remind him of the Seinfeld show. “Very similar,” he said, and my head swooned during his perfect pause. “It’s true, just like the Seinfeld
Or Possibly Not By Steve Carr My wife and I went out for dinner last night. An eager young waiter greeted us, took our drink order, and returned promptly to see what tempted us from the menu. As
Swinging Wide on the Boulevard By Steve Carr The street, which we called Boulevard, was home to our gang. Our territory stretched for a mile or so, north and south. It was home to the Fourth of July
My tenth year was a big year. I began brushing my teeth up and down instead of side to side, I almost learned to tie my shoes, and I time-traveled—a hat trick, to be sure. Continue reading
I listen to Sinatra and The Lettermen for inspiration while I write. How many people will admit to that? Once in awhile, okay, maybe a little more often than once in awhile, I order a deli sandwich on white. After age fifty, I quit apologizing and quit whispering my order. Continue reading
I rarely use the term “cute” and when I do my left brain suffers a quick and painful snow cone kind of freeze, killing a few needed cells, I’m sure. But there’s no way around it, the man was cute. Continue reading
My friend, my new hat, and I made the necessary excuses recently and went fishing. Within an hour, we were motoring up the South Fork of the Snake River. Continue reading
