When school was over for the day, we hurried home to visit Mr. Weaver in his garage kingdom. His garage was enormous, at least to ten-year-old eyes, and jam packed with rare and exotic treasures. Our parents called it a junk heap and thought Mr. Weaver was strange, but we didn’t care because he always had cold bottles of coke for us…

This car pulls up next to me at the stoplight, more of a massive amplifier on wheels than an automobile. The volume coming from its radio/CD player is not only vibrating the car something fierce, but my car too, along with the street, neighboring stores and even the stoplight overhead. I signal to the driver the universal sign to “turn it down a tad, bro,” but the response I…

Katie was trying to make a pizza from scratch, but, well, cooking wasn’t her strong suit, so she had flour on nearly everything in the kitchen, including most of her face. I watched in amusement from the…