Prom Night

 

It’s that time of year again when Mrs. Chatterbox and I reflect on a rite of spring, the gathering of high school students in a ritual known as Senior Prom. Read about it (here). 

The Smell of Cut Grass

After moving into a townhouse, I couldn't wait for the gardener to arrive so I could watch someone else mow my lawn. It wasn't as satisfying as I'd thought. Read about it (here).

Remembering Truckzilla

 
I thought Mrs. C. had lost her mind when she came home from work, excited at having won two tickets in an office pool for an event so outside my field of interest as to be laughable. “You won tickets to what?” I asked. Read about it (here).