Sponge Candy

Back to the General Store in Marilla, NY.  I was standing near the counter…and looking at the candy.  Not because I needed any.  Not because I wanted any.  I was waiting on my mother…to finish deciding which general items to buy from the general store.  She had been doing that for over an hour.  Browsing the names of the candy, my eyes fell on the words “Sponge Candy.”  The package of eight small chocolate bars.  Selling for…$7.75.  Sponge candy did not sound tastefully appealing to me.  But.  Being an extremely curious person, I wanted to know what it was.  But.  Not being an extremely forward person, I asked my dad to ask the lady behind the counter about it.  So he did. Continue reading “Sponge Candy”


Over-Stuffed and Over-Priced

Walking down the streets of Marilla, New York with my family and our friends the Pollocks, I approached the General Store with much anticipation.  I knew I would find something to buy.  But.  I didn’t know what it would be.  After about 37 minutes of shopping…I finally found what I was looking for.  I had never seen anything like it.  It was…it was a giant…a giant…stuffed…penguin!  This was no cartoon-looking penguin: it was the most real-looking fake penguin I had ever seen.  Only having six dollars in cash on me, my spending capability was significantly limited.  Continue reading “Over-Stuffed and Over-Priced”

The Insufficiency of the Descriptive Means of Expression Known as Words

I have an addiction.  To words!  I find myself comfortably in bed.  But then!  A thought comes to me that I must write down.  Or else.  Alas!  I may forget it by morning!  So.  I try not to start writing a story or my thoughts at night.  Or.  I would never get any rest!  Words!  Thoughts!  Spinning!  They come so fast!  Fleeting thoughts.  “Give me a pen!”  The words just keep coming.  “Stop!  I need sleep!”  But no.  The words.  They do not heed my request.  “Slow down, I can’t keep up!”  If I don’t write them down immediately, I find the words have left me, and I don’t know whether to turn right or left to search for them.  So I guess another name for a writer…is a word chaser. Continue reading “The Insufficiency of the Descriptive Means of Expression Known as Words”