The Hurt House

  It belonged to me, partly, for a short time.  The image above, of it reduced to a smoldering heap, atop its cinder block foundation, should make me sad, but doesn't.  Although I sympathize with its current settlers, displaced and robbed of their belongings, I'm glad it's gone.  If I'd been notified while it was a blaze, I…

Dead Beat Blues

  Your big brother called; first time I've heard a peep from him since you and I divorced twelve years ago.  Having been forewarned of your sister's request for my phone number, I thought I was prepared for the context, but I must confess, you and your family never cease to baffle me! He wasn't calling to…