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Cackleberries, Hot Rocks, and Texas Butter
Brody took a mouthful of hot and gritty, campfire coffee from a tin cup. Choking, he swallowed down the bitter liquid portion, wiped his black horseshoe moustache on his sleeve, and spit coffee grounds onto the dusty earth. “Cripes sake, Skinner! Why the hell we should keep ya on the payroll is beyond me! Yer brown gargle is the worst!”“Maybe because the little weasel makes the best damn cackleberries, hot rocks, and Texas butter?” Tripp defended his fellow outlaw while scarfing down a plateful of the bean master’s signature eggs, biscuits, and gravy.Skinner, the thin, sickly chuck wagon cook,...
Eastern White Pine
“Ugh, this chicken again?! Seriously? You always make the same two things, I’m so sick of them,” I whined as I strolled into the dining room, late for dinner. My mother sighed but didn’t respond, dropping a piece of baked chicken on her own plate. “So when are you going to try to tell us about Seattle?” my father asked, showing a rare awareness of where I had been recently. He didn’t irritate me nearly as much as my mother, probably because he stayed out of the mundane day-to-day teenager-parent conflicts by allowing my mother to bear nearly the entire burden of parenting me. University o...
A Year of Rain
Raincoat fashion is all the rage this year. Since it has rained for the past ten months, you can probably see why. Personally my favorite raincoat of mine is red and glossy that barely makes crinkle noises when I move.Okay, really it is because it was on sale for 30 bucks at Walmart so it wasn’t very great. Prices have skyrocketed as businesses take advanwww.onedoor.cctage of the general consumer. Raincoats range from 20 dollars to thousands. And if you are the Kardashians, even more than that.At least it’s better than the plastic poncho I was wearing the first month of rain when I thought the weather was a...
Boarding school in Newport Vermont
The year was 1964 And I was nine years old. My parents and I got into our old station wagon for the very long 12 Hour drive to Newport,Vermont. my parents had decided to send me to Catholic boarding school because I was being bullied at the local public school. It was during segregation and both my parents were very political and thought that sending their nine-year-old to Vermont would help integrate. When we arrived in the town we saw there was one Woolworths, one hotel, and one diner. We got out of the car and everyone in the street stopped to look at the black people coming into their to...