Leave My Stories Be

Do we really want to connect with childhood friends? A call came in on their car Bluetooth. “Hey, Nino.” Anthony grimaced, cut a glance at his wife. No one had called him that since he was a kid, back in Detroit’s east side Italian neighborhood. Kathleen, raised an eyebrow, mouthed his new-old name. “Russ Amico.” … Continue reading Leave My Stories Be

Chatter Coach

  “Let’s talk about this guy who ran a trout stream through his house. What if the Mayflies hatched all over his living room?  Would he be able to dangle a dry fly from his easy chair?” “Stow it. All right, Scritch?” I pleaded with my buddy. “You’re the one who introduced me to talking.” … Continue reading Chatter Coach