“Hey Bo! Get a jar!” I was about 8. I had been riding my bicycle in the cul-de-sac, and my dad was calling to me from halfway up our persimmon tree, where he’d been doing some pruning. I rode into the garage and came out with an old mayonnaise jar. “Perfect!” I handed it to … Read more
From this week’s selection at PostSecret: Incidentally, Rich Fields, not Bob Barker, says “Come on down!” But no harm done. I look forward to few site updates as much as PostSecret. People send in anonymous postcards with secrets on them, and a couple dozen or so new ones appear every Sunday. Sometimes the secrets are … Read more
Early in 1996, on the way back from Lea’s one clear night with little traffic, I jumped on I-565 in my little red Integra and scanned behind me for Crown Vic and Caprice lighting signatures. Seeing none, I redlined in third, then fourth, and then briefly gave it a bit in fifth before I started … Read more