Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Bigger and better comes with a price

    I read the announcement in the newspaper and took particular interest in the location -- the fire station close to my house. Perfect. Motivated partly by proximity, I decided to go. When Saturday morning came, I headed to the station about 15 minutes from my house. 

    I drove down country roads through lovely scenery, sharing the road with only a few other cars, if any. I pulled into the gravel driveway and went in to find a small group of friendly writers at a table. I sat down; we introduced ourselves; they seemed to know each other; they welcomed me. We talked about our writing passions, shared writing experiences and our expectations of the club. This is heaven, I thought. I left inspired and grateful. 

A funeral hangs by a thread. Or, the Seinfeld version of a solemn occasion.

      W hen the service ended, I walked through the church doors and down the front steps, and there stood Samuel (not his real name), waiti...