I used to race the sun. Honest, I did. I was twelve years old and delivered the morning newspaper. In temperate weather I rode my faithful old bike in easy morning air to a small shack and picked up my newspapers for delivery. A darkling, a gray hanging hush in hesitating light and stars without…
Ben stood at the head of the trail. He stood there facing all the troubles and sorrows that might accompany a man on his long journey through life. Ben stood there a good while pondering his future, filled with grand adventures and heroic battles, and of course, normal affairs of life like meals and lodging…
It was a sunny afternoon in my backyard. The old man stood at the base of a small hill and looked up the slope to a little stand of trees and brush. His wrinkled and leathered exterior belied a kind and gentle nature. A closer look would discover a twinkle in his eyes. This was…
