Author Archives: Scott

A Face in the Window

As I pulled into the driveway and headed up the walk, I knew what I would see. Sure enough. A cross-legged Missy sitting just inside the bay window, crayons and tea close to hand. Watching the world. Watching the street. … Continue reading

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Wild Thing

The first time I heard Maurice Sendak on the radio, I laughed my head off. Impossible not to, really. Because while Sendak could be a cantankerous old coot, he was a fun cantankerous old coot. And really, how could you … Continue reading

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Thinking the Unsinkable

I used to want a time machine when I was a kid, something out of H.G Wells or “Back to the Future,” so I could see the great events of the past all over again. Lately, I’m starting to wonder … Continue reading

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Hearing the Pain

Missy took a spill the other day. Not a serious one. Just a hard landing on bathroom tile, the kind that leaves your arm sore for a while afterward. No breaks. No bruises. It still makes you wince, though. Or … Continue reading

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Get The Picture

My sister and brother-in-law sounded shaky. After I put the phone down, I did, too. It was that kind of news. “We have to put Quaccia down.” For as long as I knew him – and I only knew the … Continue reading

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Just Her Type

“OK, let’s try your name again. What’s the first letter?” A forceful finger poked out an “M” on the keyboard. Then quickly, several more. “MMMMMMMM.” “Right! Now how about the second letter?” A little hesitation. The finger searched, hovered, and … Continue reading

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Changelessness

It’s official. Canada is discarding all common cents. No, that’s not a typo. Our neighbors to the north recently announced that they’re getting rid of all pennies in circulation. Any spent will get sent off to be melted down; once … Continue reading

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We Go Together

It didn’t look like much. A fuzzy gray bowling ball, maybe, without holes. But you wouldn’t want to roll this one. Not the Great Hairball. I met the Great Hairball in a Garden City museum, in southwestern Kansas. Like most … Continue reading

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Back on the Bus

Missy’s been giggling again. And smiling. She’s been doing that a lot since Monday. Ever since she got her wheels back. Mind you, Missy doesn’t drive (not that she wouldn’t gleefully try). But Monday is when her bus service got … Continue reading

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Closing the Book

Maybe I should blame Jiminy Cricket. Silly, of course. After all, the Encyclopaedia Britannica had 244 years of history behind it. That’s more than enough to outlast the Disney filmstrips that insisted the word was spelled “E-N-C-Y-C-L-O-P-E-D-I-A.” But it couldn’t … Continue reading

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