The kitchen lights went on at 12:45. Five or ten minutes later, Merle came out the basement door and headed for my car window. There was no shouting. There was no remark about how to improve my driving – not even how late it was. Very calmly he said, “I’ll get my tractor and pull you out.”
Essays about Elmwood
A Small Town Grocer
Harry Taylor looked the part of an old-fashioned grocer. About five feet ten, he was bald except for a tuft of hair hanging over his forehead. He wore the same kinds of clothes every day: a gray or white long-sleeved dress shirt, a butcher’s apron embossed with “America’s Cup Coffee,” and a black leather bow … Continue reading A Small Town Grocer
The Chick Car
Four years ago, when I was approaching age 71, I made a ridiculous decision: I bought a ten-year-old car. It was not just any vehicle, but a yellow BMW Z-3, a German sports car in perfect condition.
Talking to a Giant in his Living Room in Elmwood
Unfortunately, those dreams were crushed when Dean suffered a serious leg injury, an accident which didn’t end his career, but left him out of the Bradley University Hall of Fame.
Stories From Small Town Illinois 