The phone buzzed across the dusty surface of my nightstand last night. I’d generally avoid picking up a text at the witching hour, but my current agenda includes answering specific inquiries that I have made through the magic of electronic communication. I’ve been perusing Facebook Marketplace. I was trying to buy another old aluminum boat….
Tag: The Detective in the Dooryard
Recollections Induced by Candy and Aftershave
I enjoy going to the barbershop. I go to the same Bangor shop where my dad took me when I was twelve. Back then, the shop was owned by a pleasant man. He was a firm-handed gentleman named Ed Lingley. Saturday morning at Ed Lingley’s barbershop featured a blend of dads, sons, and a porridge…