Spitball Army

I remember reading this letter when I first received it in my inbox three years ago. Everything in the room went silent then, as if in the thrall of some cinematic effect, and my focus was completely on the text.

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Received via e-mail from Kim on 12 December 2008, at 9:13 a.m.: Just spoke with Jennifer and there is an opening at First Light Shelter. Now the task is convincing Kathy that she should go there at least through tonight as it is getting down to 29 degrees. I’m about to bundle up and go […]

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Received via e-mail from Kim on 12 December 2008, at 8:30 a.m.: On my way to take Bailey to school, I noticed that she was not wearing the boots I gave her. They were on the table that she was at last night so I assume they did not fit. Last night, she was wearing […]

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This morning, as I was taking the first sip of freshly-brewed coffee from a clean ceramic mug in the warmth of my roof-covered, fortified home, the following e-mail rang into my freshly-charged BlackBerry: Over the last 6-8 months, the Homewood community has had a vagrant. This is a rarity in our community so my curiosity […]

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Speaking of No Depression, I was really sad when they “folded” late last year. Not only was their bi-monthly publication consistently interesting and well-written and filled with good humor and enthusiasm, but the small staff was a joy to deal with, from a retailer’s viewpoint.

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To his way of thinking, Laser’s Edge reached a peak of sorts on Halloween, during an in-store performance with singer-songwriter Josh Ritter. Although artists ranging from Diana Krall to the Blind Boys of Alabama have played mini-concerts tucked into corners of Laser’s Edge (which has a total of 1,500 square feet), none of them had quite the poignant charm of Ritter’s late-night set.

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