Category: Short Stories

The next time you order checks, have only your initials (instead of first name) and last name put on them.  If someone takes your check book, they will not know if you sign your checks with just your initials or your first name, but your bank will know how you […]

I have mentioned my first cousin, Jack Lerner, several times as my companion during a few minor escapades in our earlier days. He was a good athlete, made letters at West Denver High School in baseball, tennis and golf. He was a friendly who made friends easily and was always […]

This could be titled, “A Wonderful 48 Hours”. Way back, about 12 or 13 years ago, when our only grandson, Joshua, was about 5 or 6 years old, his Mother and Father tried a tremendously scary venture. They were going on vacation and decided to send Joshua to us all […]

When I was about five or six years old, my tonsils and adenoids were extracted. I don’t remember what my symptoms were to cause this, but I knew something very bad was going to happen. I was not allowed to go outside to play; the dining-room table was opened all […]

Lillith greeted Yehovah as he arrived at the entrance of their dwelling. Despite the customary warm greeting, Yehovah could see that she was troubled.   As predictable, her distress was worry about their youngster, Elohim. “Yehovah, it is my feeling that Elohim has reached the stage in his existence when he […]

My Grandmother, my Mother’s Mother (I never knew my Father’s parents), was a short stocky women, who moved with a bouncy step that made you get out of her way without being told.  She almost always knew what she was doing and what she was going to do in the […]

When I was about 8 years old, we were living in Chicago (that was not the “Moment”) and I was going to a school that was across the street from our apartment. (The location of the school was not important to this story.) We had a teacher who believed in […]

I was born on Memorial Day which was always celebrated on May 30th, and it didn’t make any difference on what day of the week it came. I can remember thinking that all the parades and other hoopla on my birthday was really done for me and my enjoyment. Then […]

If I had to do it over, I would not have enrolled in the Federal Government program that started late in 1940 for prospective draftees. Classes were started throughout the U.S. to teach the young men specialized work that might have some higher value to the Armed Forces than just […]

Brent was born Jan. 11, 1955, 4 ½ years after our marriage.  I was 33 and Maxine was 31 years old at the time of his birth.  Brent was our first and only.  Maxine was not supposed to get pregnant because of a childhood bout of lupus, but accidents do […]