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    Pennsylvania Or Bust

    Why local place names can be deceiving Dad and I had finished installing a new heater for one of his customers. We were headed home north on the interstate. When we exited, we saw two people walking on the side of the road. Which, at the time, was strange. First, it was freezing, even for South Alabama. Secondly, the Interstate construction ended at that exit. It would take another thirteen years to complete the Interstate through the Mobile River Delta onto Montgomery and beyond. There was a large green sign at the previous exit that stated: “For Local Traffic Only.” In other words, it was a dead-end road. Dad pulled…

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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”…