Fiction
Autumn 1985
The Ragpicker’s Boy
The ragpicker’s son was a lean, quick boy, tall and blue eyed and proud. His hands were slender and strong veined, holding the reins, and my brother Jim thought he […]
Fiction
Summer 1989
A Little Piece of Star
In 1934 a meteorite about the size of a softball fell from the sky over Kearney, Nebraska, where my grandfather was living, and pierced the roof of his 1932 Packard. […]