Turnover at the Buzzer_No Footprints in the Border Woods_Snowrise_Cicero, '59
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Turnover at the Buzzer
After spending my high school gridiron career on the sidelines watching spoiled rich kids hog the spotlight I made up my mind to run across the goal line for the score that would earn me the recognition I so richly deserved. I didn’t realize that running in for that touchdown would put me in the last quarter of my game of life. My teen years revolved around Bonn, MD High School and playing on its football team that year after year fell just short of the state title. Almost everyone of my teammates, coaches and even my opponents recognized me--Jim Pierce--as the real quarterback power t...
No Footprints in the Border Woods
When I stood outside, I could actually say the snow seemed pleasant. I wasn’t really fond of snow, since it didn’t snow where I lived, but a visit to my grandmother’s house in winter usually meant it was unavoidable. The house had been in the family for generations, but I had never lived in it. It was where my family liked to gather for holiday events. Family gatherings meant heated debates and sibling rivalries and I wanted no part of it, so I decided a short walk in the little patch of woods would be nice. To the big rock and back wouldn’t be bad, and my uncle and father should have settle...
Snowrise
It was the type of www.onedoor.ccsnow that made noise when it fell. Not the insistent rattle of falling rain that coursed through every nook and cranny, ensuring that all was sufficiently wet. This was a soft tick, easily ignored unless you really listened for it. The rest of the sound outside was muffled, as snow is want to do when it throws its blanket across everything. Michael watched it fall through the front window of his living room. Good packin snow, his father would have said, leaving off the g because of laziness or upbringing Michael would never know. He glanced away from the window over to the...
Cicero, '59
“Jimmy Dean Jackson, where do you think you’re going?“None-a-yer-business, Rosey Mae!”“If you get us both into trouble again, it’ll be my business!”“I’ll let you know when I need you, little sister.”“Little sister? I’m almost two years older than you! I know you just turned nine, but you know good and well that I will be eleven at the end of the month, little brother.”“I don’t need you taggin’ along. I’m big enough to take care of myself.”“You better not be headed off to go hang out with Stanton Burkhart. Uncle Bob and them haven’t lived up here as long as us. Stanton has already started runni...