Archive for May, 2011

It dawned on us that maybe our luck had run out. First the car started coughing and jumping to the right, then the hot water heater leaked so bad it fell through the laundry-room floor.


Nigel Dawson walked to Big Red’s Mercantile in the heart of Sayward to buy pencils – Ticonderogas, twelve to a box, yellow with graphite filling.