My Brother, The Red-Indian

My father was larger than life. I was a shrimp of a kid and he, a stately 6’2″. Everything about him was gargantuan: his body, his booming voice, his gigantic spirit… He made his presence known before he was seen. He inspired deep seated anxiety without saying a word. In his presence I averted myContinue reading “My Brother, The Red-Indian”

The Ghost of Meadowview Road

We had waited restlessly from dim dawn to drizzly dark. It was a brumal October day in Oregon that boded well for a spooky evening of trick or treating. Misty rain and heavy, grey clouds palled over the day like a heavy, wet, grey blanket. It was dismal really. A long crooked line of rakedContinue reading “The Ghost of Meadowview Road”