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Pennsylvania Or Bust
Why local place names can be deceiving Dad and I were driving home on the (local only) interstate. Just before we exited, we saw two people walking on the side of the road. It was freezing at the time, which was unusual for for South Alabama. Secondly, the Interstate ended at that exit. It would take another thirteen years to complete the Interstate through the Mobile River Delta onto Montgomery and beyond. A large green sign at the previous exit stated: “For Local Traffic Only.” In other words, it was a dead-end road. Dad pulled his blue and white 1971 Chevrolet Silverado Pick-Up over, put his half-full cup of coffee…
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The Pinecone Kicker
Short Fiction Greer never gave up on his dream, although his body had reservations Greer Davidson took a light and guarded step, planted his foot onto the football field, shifted his weight, and swung his right leg toward an object perched in the grass in front of him. Eighty-thousand fans stopped screaming and, for the moment, breathing, while Greer readied to kick a football through the yellow uprights at the back of the end zone at Legion Field, sealing the victory for his beloved Alabama Crimson Tide. A stoic-faced Coach “Bear” Bryant — his face was always stoic — stood frozen on the sidelines with a look of “Boy, you better not miss this”…
