Extra-fresh new note: As evidenced by the latest string of posts here at Bonnywood, I’m definitely in a Memory Lane Mood, tinkering about with older stories. Today’s feature on the remodeled buffet line was last fiddled with roughly four years ago, during the Fourth of July weekend, thus […]
True story. Once upon a time, there was a mild uprising in 1940s Dallas, wherein the womenfolk grew tired of the menfolk getting to have all the fun when they would visit a drive-up restaurant. It wasn’t fair that the men got to ogle scantily-clad female servers who […]
Since last week’s effort turned out to be quite a hoot (well, at least for me), with some very creative and entertaining submissions, I thought we’d take another run at it this week. Your mission, should you accept: Write a micro-story in the comments capturing what you think […]
Note: This is the final bit in the ongoing story concerning my experience as a potential juror. You can find the beginning of the story here… The mousy little judge recovers from the startling announcement that we have a wanted felon in the house, and she quickly […]
Note: This is an ongoing story concerning my experience as a potential juror. You can find the beginning of the story here… I join the Sad March of people trying to gain access to the building where Jack brought Lee a special house-warming gift. Once inside the […]
Note: This is an ongoing story concerning my experience as a potential juror. You can find the beginning of the story here… There I am, riding the DART Rail, hunkered down in my seat as the car gently rocks to and fro, doing my best to avoid […]
Note: I have to report for jury duty tomorrow, which reminded me of a sordid epic I shared a decade or so ago. So, I dug into the archives, dusted things off, and vainly tried to patch up the leaky parts. (Fair warning: This is the beginning of […]
Note: This is one from the archives. It’s a bit long, and things have changed, but there is an eventual payout. Enjoy. It all started rather innocently. My partner, Terry, turned to me and uttered these deceptively benign words: “Johhna and Patty are going to Pecan Lodge […]
Note: This the first installment in a serialized story I did back in the day on “The Sound and the Fury”. Since I composed my posts “live” in the Blogger application at that time, rather than composing in Microsoft Word like I do now, this is essentially a […]
Note: I was compelled to dig this one out of the archives after sitting here for two hours while apparently every other citizen in South Dallas is lighting fireworks that are prohibited in South Dallas. The current booming reminded me of a past booming, and in a fit […]
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